Most of my daydreams end with the sensation that I am flying over a sea of my friends’ smiling faces. I laugh at the top of my lungs as I backflip off the surface of our tiny planet and freefall toward the stars, blazing a trail for others to follow long after I’ve vanished into memory. Sometimes I am alone, other times there is a woman with me. Most of the time I arrive at the center of the universe and set about building a great hall; a gift for my distant but never forgotten friends when they finally arrive at the paradise I have prepared for them.

I think, more than immortality, I desire the ability to handcraft an afterlife for the people I love.