AustLit

'When I died, all of the sound and light of the world that I had lived in, prior to the soft pop of the trigger at my temple, was sucked away like an unplugged bath. For a moment there was silence and no colour, not even black, and I thought to myself Oh. Shit. But then suddenly the sounds and light that make up things raced back into the world, a new one now, and I found myself watching them like a film. God, or Whoever, shows me little snippets of the people on Earth’s lives, that all come together to make one huge puzzle. I’ve seen a million things, all different. I’ve watched men stalk down dark alleyways and I’ve watched women whittle off their thighs on pretend bicycles. The film flickers from one person to the next and, with nothing left to move, all I do is watch. ...'