Good question, a legitimate one.

Everyone adores some aphorisms thrown at them in an assertive tone, crutches to rely on in times of despair, questioning or intense introspection, enabling oneself to see life through the lens of an ultimate statement, ignoring the rest, so here you go: death is the aphrodisiac of life.

The serenity of such a proclamation clashes with the intuitive prudence you should display towards it. However, considering the other end of that spectrum, recklessness wouldn’t be wise either, as you still have to tread with respect. Don’t even think about transcending it.

Rest assured, conversing with me - even on the edge of mysticism or confusion - doesn’t equate to being dead. Nobody is whispering in your ear while you lay in a coma. The Blue Neon is an ally and rejects the idea of a survival quest for its visitors; your physical state is and will remain unscathed. May this answer bring you comfort in your journey.

But, as you can imagine, if your visceral self doesn’t bear the marks of your passage here, something has to. When you decided to continue our discussion, you crossed a symbolic river to emerge inclined to navigate this realm. I was there, half the product of this place and half of your imagination.

No, you’re not dead, you’re either discovering a state easily accessible or reinforcing what you already knew; as for me, I simply stand by your side. This change of condition, through art and slow-looking, constitutes your payment and settles for good your initiation. Perhaps it isn’t a one-time service charge and every single time you come back here, you start from scratch, but I doubt it; only you can assess this.

You have nothing to lose.

Yours Sincerely,

BLUE