Meet John. He’s 8000 years old, hates sand, and may have accidentally invented syphilis
They say I’ll grow as a person. I outlived Gilgamesh. Still a bastard. Oh well—cheers.”
— John, immortal nuisance and professional regret collector
Hi, I’m writing a dark absurdist historical serial called I Hate Sand; A Treatise on Immortality.
It’s narrated by John, an 8000-year-old immortal with a bad attitude, worse habits, and a talent for being present at history’s worst moments.
Been worshipped as a god (briefly)
Accidentally started a cult (twice)
Pissed in a sacred grain silo (don’t ask)
And, yes, may have introduced syphilis to 1700s London.
He’s tired, he’s bitter, he’s survived every era of human stupidity—and he still watches the sunrise each morning, hoping it’ll finally kill him.
Douglas Adams, Vonnegut, or David Wong-style satire
Historical accuracy buried under a mountain of blasphemy
Immortals who learn absolutely nothing
…you might enjoy John’s slow, sarcastic descent into eternity.
🔗 Read the full series here
🧂 New chapters twice a day
📜 Editor’s Notes included (because John lies a lot)