The Ten Types of Human: A New Understanding of Who We Are, and Who We Can Be

by Dexter Dias

His journey began, this boy who thought he was nobody, because he went to a store with a tin roof to buy Coca-Cola, a drink that was created an ocean away to relieve pain, by an officer in an army that fought to keep their African slaves.

Poe is surely right when he says that to be buried alive, to be trapped in a confined space with no one knowing you’re trapped, is just about the most terrifying prospect that can befall ‘the lot of mere mortality’.