This is what I imagine it to be like.
A piping cauldron waiting for me down below as my corpse swing in the wind like chimes. The souls of bygone beings chanting with their eyes and the handsome Lord of the Underworld (and WiFi apparently) smirking for my welcome.
Just because I’m a fan of Bowie and I wanted to try out spontaneous realism.
So, this is Poosha, the protagonist of my daily comics series which I’m planning on making soon. She’s a feisty, fashionable and (f?) sensitive eighteen-year-old girl with some interesting group of friends and a ginger cat, Alba.