ARCHAEOLOGICAL RESEARCH
A reflection
WHEN ARCHAEOLOGISTS DIG UP MY BONES A THOUSAND YEARS FROM NOW,AS THEY BEGIN THEIR SCRUTINY, THEY’LL START TO WONDER HOWNO MICROSCOPE OR OTHER KIT PROVIDES AN EXPLANATIONWHY SO THICK A SKULL’S SO FULL OF INFORMATION,WITH KNOWLEDGE OF THE CHARACTER OF EVERY SINGLE PLANET,THE SIMPLEST WAY A MAN CAN DRIVE FROM BIRMINGHAM TO THANET,AVOIDING HEMEL HEMPSTEAD AND THE JOYS OF THE M5.SOME MORE PERCIPIENT SCIENTISTS BELIEVE I’M STILL ALIVE.WHEN I WAS STILL BREATHING I HAD A SIMPLE PLAN,THE RESULT OF WHICH HAS MADE ME A MOST ECCENTRIC MAN..I ALWAYS READ VORACIOUSLY NO MATTER HOW IRRELEVANT.ADD TO THAT THE FACT THAT I’D A MEMORY LIKE AN ELEPHANT.MANY FOLK REGARDED ME AS A MISERABLE SOD,ESPECIALLY WHEN I DOUBTED THEIR SIMPLE FAITH IN GOD.SO PICK MY BRAINS, YOU SCIENTISTS, I REALLY WISH YOU WELL.MY BODY’S HERE WITH YOU, MY SOUL’S IN BOOKLESS HELL.REMEMBER WHEN YOU’RE SEARCHING IN THE CAVERNS OF MY MIND,I’LL BE THE BEST INFORMED CADAVER YOU WILL EVER FIND.