I had a dream that I ended up in Purgatory. Not the S&M nightclub in Melbourne*, but the real make-believe one. I ended up on Mount Purgatory because I am not on Facebook.
I don’t do Facebook. I tried it for a while but it’s just not my speed. It annoys me and if you want to chat, my email‘s on this page.
But in my dream, judgement day came and the blessed and the fallen were divided up just as you would expect, by who was who's Facebook friends. God got a scare as his friend count was actually lower than Satan’s, but he covered the resultant nasty mood swing by getting all snooty about quality over quantity.
I watched from halfway up the hill. It felt nice to be a bystander, as usual.
*The toughest thing about S&M nightclubs is bumping into people in the darkened corridors. You don’t know whether to apologise or thank them.
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