Cullen in the Afterlife

He found it strange at first. A new dimension. One he had never guessed. The fourth? The fifth? How could he tell, who’d only known the third? Something to do with eyesight, depth of field. Perspective quite beyond him. Everything flat or nearly flat. The vanishing point they’d tried to teach at school was out of sight and out of mind. A blank. Now, this diaphanous dimension—one with neither up nor down, nor east nor west, nor orienting star to give him north. Even his name had left him. Strayed like a dog. Yet he was bathed in some unearthly light, a delicate no-color that made his flesh transparent, see-through, a Saran-Wrap self. His body without substance and his mind with nothing to think about—although intact— was totally minus purpose. He must