Hello.
So even after all these years, you've made it to this long-forgotten corner of the web. Perhaps it was a story long ago lost to the annuls of history. Maybe it was a fleeting memory of a friend who disappeared without a trace. Maybe you've stumbled here by pure chance. However you've gotten here, take a rest my friend. All are welcome in this abode.
Who am I? That's a tricky question. The one you see here is a mirage, a shadow of a person who once was, but has moved on with the relentless flow of time. He wrote stories, he sang songs, he gathered knowledge and shared it with all. He enjoyed life, and immersed himself in the wine of kinship. But that was long ago. Now all that remains is this, a testament to one who wrote, who once lived.
Perhaps you are wondering where such a lively person has wandered off to? He's no longer here, but he's out there. You just have to take a leap of faith.
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Yes, and also you have an eternity to think about the real question, such as why we don't call "bananas" "tacos."
2066530 Well, there's walking through walls.
2066529 I saw. Still, there might be some perks to being a ghost.
2065368 Well, as my profile pic goes to show, I'm a ghost.
Not easy being dead? That certainly goes contrary to the notion that one can rest once one is no longer alive.