Dreams of the Afterlife

I wrote this to a friend in an email with the attachment of this song. He said I should publish it...

"sometimes i think that after we die, we start to live a dream. like an old movie of our lives starts to play in front of us with all the best memories we ever lived and a song like this plays and then we're dust (i want to be cremated btw) and it blows away, dancing then waving in the wind, but less obnoxious than a blowing flag and less obvious than the trees and our tiny particles of soot dissolve in the water or the skin of pigs. maybe in the farm's mud, we become soil, feed the seeds perhaps become flowers or maybe we're part of that worm that gets eaten by a bird. we fly away in that bird's belly, then the bird poops us out and land in someone's car. or maybe, just maybe we get swallowed by a shark, or sucked into a mollusk, and voila! we're a pearl. i'd like to think parts of me will live forever."

Folksongs for the Afterlife - Summer Loop.mp3