Bangkok Afterlife
- LETTURE 58
- Voti 2
- Parti 9
So this is embarrassing but I kind of half-died?
Junjao here. 21. Wasted my archaeology degree working hotel night shift because I was too scared of ghosts to do fieldwork. Spent every night watching ghost videos on YouTube even though they terrified me. Smart, right?
Then motorcycle accident happened and now my body's in coma while my soul got separated and ended up at The After. It's where they process dead people in Bangkok. Has reception desk, coffee bar, very nice facilities. My boss wears Hawaiian shirts. It's surreal.
They stuck me with this officer named Ruj who collects souls. He's been dead 40 years, forgot how to smile, takes public transport to work even though he can teleport. I ask too many questions. He does this thing with his jaw when he's annoyed. We're a great team!
Now I'm basically interning at death's office while my mom cries at my hospital bed and I can't even touch her hand to say I'm okay.
But here's the weird part...I'm less scared now than my entire life. Seeing death up close makes living seem less terrifying somehow?
I just need to figure out how to get back to my body. And what exactly I'm going back for.
Because my old life was pretty much just... existing. Being afraid. Playing it safe.
Maybe almost-dying is my wake up call to actually start living?
(please let me wake up though seriously)
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