view from Gustavo's apartment, Santiago

After making love tonight I fell asleep for a few seconds then woke back up without any idea of where we were. There seemed to be people cheering all around. People cheering from all different places throughout the sky. Cheering in the dark. Then other sounds. Motorcycle and car engines. Horns. I saw the lights outside the window. Buildings. Remembered: it’s Saturday night. We’re in Santiago, Chile.

What if it was like that when you died, only the opposite? Instead of forgetting where you are then remembering again, you suddenly remember where you are (and everything that ever happened to you in this place) in ways that you’d never understood before. Then, just as suddenly and completely, you forget.