Status Updates From Vita nätter: En sentimental...

It was precisely in regard to the sense of smell that he observed that the stench that is smelled, so to speak, is a moral stench! He-he! The stench coming from our soul, as it were, so that in these two or three months one has time to look back... and that this is, so to speak, the final mercy...

Okay but imagine you die, but then you just have to lay in your grave with grumpy, hangry people.

'Up above, when we were still alive, we mistakenly deemed death there was death. The body comes to life here again, as it were, the residue of life is concentrated, but only in the consciousness. I don't know how to say it - it's as if life continues by inertia. Everything is concentrated, in his opinion, somewhere in the consciousness and continues for another two or three months... sometimes even half a year.

'Platon Nikolayevich is our local, homespun philoso-pher, scientist and master of arts. He's put out several little books on philosophy, but for the past three months now he keeps falling sound asleep, so much so that it's impossible to stir him. Once a week he mutters a few words beside the point?’

Okay then

Notes of a certain person

So there’s dead guys talking in their graves, names I can’t pronounce, and now this dead grandpa is lusting for a dead little blonde girl…what the hell?

She still doesn’t know his name