A Small Conversation

‘If we were to after death stay forever in the way in which we died, then I would choose to die with my head resting on the window of a bus traveling on a boulevard lined by tall eucalyptuses, listening to music. It would be night and there would be a cool breeze caressing my face.’

‘Have you ever kissed a girl?’

‘No.’

‘Shows. I would die kissing my sweetheart.’