When you've had enough of life, the last thing you want is more life, but that's exactly what Post Material Services have given me. You see, without my two boys, life in the afterlife sucks. And then I hear about all the disasters happening on Earth, and I worry about them. If only there was a way back, or at least a way out of this realm; this infinite river that constantly reminds me of the family my ex-wife snatched from me.On the bright side, I hear there are millions of other infinite realms in this universe. Maybe I should sober up and use this thousand-year lifespan to find happiness, make up for all my mistakes, and face my demons.
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I was born in Nottingham, and I'll most likely die in Nottingham, but the time in between is for discovering this world. By day, I am an engineer in a white van, zig-zagging across the country solving audio visual mysteries; by night, I am a manic scribbler, keyboard pounder, dreamer of worlds. When my head is empty, I attempt to compose electronic music, my self-taught efforts regularly appearing on Soundcloud under the pseudonym arse-myth, as in R Smith. Another very precious plate that I must keep spinning is my son, who was born in 2011. Even at his age, he has other worlds and characters inside his mind, the whole lot running like some private film that deafens him to our calls. My advice to him in later years will be, don't get into writing if you seek an immediate reversal of your fortunes. Do it for fun, for trying to make sense of life, and one day, you never know...