I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I am tired and trapped alone here in this cage of a body. Were I free I would go to heaven, if there is, and find my space.

What I like about the notion of the afterlife is that if you ask someone who believes there is such a thing, you’ll get a slightly different answer on what people expect. Personally, I hope you get to travel all over time and the universe to get a first-hand answer to all the questions you’ve ever asked yourself. I would also like it if there were really good croissants served.