The History of Writing Part One (I.)

As it happened, the dorms of Purgatory were no longer even divided into personal faiths, nor the manner in which one perished, nor even in reference to the year of one's original birth. It was, in fact, a kind of ad-hoc filing-system. Primitive in its austerity yet something akin to perfect grace in its convenience. It would be a mistake to call it serene although the darkness is purely without hostility or greed and in that passive reassurance any heart warmed by its own modesty might find some lasting refuge. 

Sisyphus stepped forward in the que. 

He noted, as he always did, the absence of things. Since there was little (if any) sense in paying attention to what was going on, no one really had any intention toward it, so there could be no endocrinal or biological response to stress or worry or temptation. The others in the que (you couldn't determine sex or age or ethnicity by their appearance and inquiring would be damning as idle chatter to a Buddhist and was therefore forbidden) in their blurred halcyon radiance would see him as he saw them and no different. They are likely all aware that such presences as anti-matter and quantum fields are indispensable to their reality. None of the tired dismissals from lazy, tenured physicists insisting on the uncertainty of that which is strangely, eternally palpable. The others and Sisyphus approached the window/s where the cashier [*there is no other word for it] would acknowledge them before excusing them to their private quarters. 

Many, if not most, spirits don't ever make it to the check-in, but merely relinquish their carbon forms and pass on to the hollow realms of nothingness where neither light nor sound nor even the gentlest vibrations should enter. 

Sisyphus peered down the lonesome corridor. He thought of shipbuilders, gunslingers, poets, smartphone technology, the tendency of these things to become obsolescent as the frivolous replaces the innovative in priority. Sisyphus yearned to adore his fellow humans instead of being swayed and cajoled and nudged into pitying them.  

As he entered the room where he'd think his thoughts and consider the passing days until he was called upon or released from all forms entirely, he thought that Adam & Eve must have been trespassers or interlopers, and that their creators had been little more than plagiarists with harshly-limited attention spans. And he noted that none of the other planets had monkeys.  

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