Last night, I dreamed I was in Hades. Hades was a windowless library with infinite stacks and poor lighting. There were dead people around, and one was advised not to “listen” to them too much. But everyone eventually ends up listening to the dead people, and their neverending litanies of frustration, complaint, anger, despair.
One eventually realizes one is dead, too, in the style of Pedro Páramo.
