What if, when we die, we get to come back — like the young woman in Our Town — and watch from the outside the life we’re living now?
I imagine watching myself spending hours, days, and years, staring into a bright computer monitor. I watch my fingers tap the keys. I wonder what life would have been like if I had looked up more. Gotten out. Made things with my hands that other people could hold, could work with, could enjoy outdoors in the middle of nowhere.
What if, when we die, we get to come back — like the young woman in Our Town — and watch from the outside the life we’re living now?
I imagine watching myself spending hours, days, and years, staring into a bright computer monitor. I watch my fingers tap the keys. I wonder what life would have been like if I had looked up more. Gotten out. Made things with my hands that other people could hold, could work with, could enjoy outdoors in the middle of nowhere.
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