Infinite Purgatory

This story begins in a cemetery. A real cemetery. Today, decent cemeteries are becoming increasingly rare. A decent cemetery is old enough to have been forgotten. At least to a certain extent. The last time you visited a cemetery, it was probably to pay respects to a recent deceased person, someone whose memory is still fresh enough to provoke grief. You may have noticed, while you were there, that the cemetery was not much different from a suburban backyard: a perfectly manicured, monocultured lawn, devoid of weeds, insects or anything of interest. A sterile, wasted space.