Everyone in a small and nameless country becomes immortal, hijinks ensue. death, with a small “d”, shows up, does some stuff then falls in love with a bass player.

The End.

The weakest of Jose Saramago’s work by far.

None of the art/writing on this site was generated by LLMs.

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