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"OH WATERS, TEEM WITH MEDICINE TO KEEP MY BODY SAFE FROM HARM, SO THAT I MAY LONG SEE THE SUN." - Rig Veda
Yesterday, while I was digging a hole in the backyard for an acorn, the shovel hit something solid. It turned out to be just a coffin with a dead boy inside. He wasn’t happy about being dug up; he kept complaining about how much the light hurt his eyes. When he noticed me admiring his pocket watch, he said, “It still keeps good time,” then he shook his head, making a little cloud of dirt and dust. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t climb out of the coffin to play wiffleball with me, and he didn’t ask me to read him sci-fi stories, either. It turns out that the dead little boys in my backyard are happy to be left alone with their dead dreams. When I asked if he’d like me to bury him with the acorn, which I thought was a nice gesture, he looked at me like I was crazy, like I’d never understand.