When I was a child, if you'd asked me what I thought heaven was like, I would have given you a description of people living in small glass apartments with 1950s and 60s appliances- avocado and sunburst, I think they're coming back! With radios and a rabbit -ear television. Heaven supports the aluminium industry.
There were lush plants too... but I was limited in speech and everyone kept staring at me.
I realized what I was describing, other than the sex and the aliens, unless somehow, we're really the aliens- and sometimes, I wouldn't fight you on that- when I first read Slaughterhouse 5 and got to Billy Pilgrim's adventures on Tralfamadore.
So, at 4, I was either psychic and describing a book I hadn't yet read, psychic and describing neo- 60s minimalist decor, or... I've been to Tralfamadore. Or... I'm just a colorful dreamer.
