Where am I? And how--? I was dead... wasn't I?
And how in the name of Heaven am I young again?
The year is 2008. This world is infallible, yet remains constant to its irregularities. While it is similar in definitive shape, its mass, its conglomerated overpopulative condition; this world is contradictory.
Co-existing in a state of opposition is futile. It is happening now.