Futumbo

A scenic meadow paints the windows of the train as it rides through unfamiliar countryside. Although it was packed full of people, the passengers faces were forgettable. The steady click-clack along the tracks fill the silence as the passengers seem either entranced by the rhythm, the scenery or both. A classic train whistle signals the arrival of its destination. As the passengers disembark systematically, one soul steps onto the platform and pauses to release the excitement that had been building up the entire ride. "I FINALLY MADE IT." It was the moment he'd been waiting for his entire life. Death! A sweet deliverance from all the trivial issues that plagued humanity: materialism, consumerism...all the other -isms. "Welcome to the afterlife". A sign greeting the new arrivals was accompanied by a simple map of directions. "Hmmm, let's see...'processing & registration'. That sounds about right". A ticket machine prompts newcomers to 'take one' before proceeding through the