despite the grief that wraps around the concept of death like a shroud, there's a mock solace in thinking about the afterlife as a realm where souls start with a clean sheet, their flaws and mistakes unexposed, untouched by the chaos of our world. in this place, the design of their existence is in prearrival to a state of pure peace - a notion that, while making my heart heavy with longing, also fills it with a bittersweet hope.