You might say that death has relaxed me.

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.

There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

My favorite songs change every year.

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?