There is a place where lost souls wander, unable to find passage to the afterlife, or to fathom that they are, in fact, deceased. It may well look like this, haunting and wrong.
The older I get, the less I know. Or maybe I’m just open to all sorts of possibilities, including the very real possibility that much of what we have been taught may not be true. This includes the notion of heaven and hell, an afterlife, even a supreme being. Much of that does not survive the logic and intelligence test for me. It may all be true, some of it may be true, or none of it. So I’ll go with a door to the afterlife, everything is in black and white, and there is an endless supply of chocolate. And women, lots of women.