See this...

This is where you'll end up when you decide to stop breathing.




Breathe harder and do not die, because the coffin is not the happiest place to be.



Dexter and his friends. Just like me, they are bored people who invent odd stuff just to get going. Here they're praying--No. Posing.




The builders of one of the mausoleums in Queen City must have been really bored. So they did some fun stuff there and left it for visitors to see.



There's a community of people who live just beside Queen City who also take care of the place. The last time I visited was last week, and it was 6 pm. There were kids roaming around. It was not silent as I hoped it would be. I would have thought of something more solemn so that mourners who'd go there could be sadder even more.

That's the sadist me. But aren't we all sadists in our own way? When we're sad we listen to sad songs or read tragedies. Not to reinforce our sadness but to reassure ourselves that we're not the saddest persons on earth. We want others to suffer even worse because we want to be better off. So you see. Those who think of dying just go to the cemetery, because there is something there even worse than loneliness: the inability to feel lonely.