The e-Ozymandias project

It was a fuggy New York summer day as I opened my mail and discovered an invitation to freeze my head. I paused, stricken by the nostalgic contrast with the vernacular injunction of my old primary school principal, who occasionally invited me to go boil my head, then read on. It was a brochure for a company that offered the opportunity to escape the cold, cold grave by offering an even colder cryonic receptacle – for a hefty price. Personally, I suspect Nigerian dot.com futures