To live in a coffin all year round, in absolute solitude, it's hard for morale. So I'm looking for hobbies that would make me seem less eternity. Although I dig up the nipple, I find only a question that leads me to relive the episode of my death. It seems to me that at that moment my mind and body should have split. Something tells me that I must be an exception. I regret not having tried to leave my body at the time of my death.