Personal Visions of Hell (And Other Fun-Filled Conversation Starters…)
It occured to me in the shower today that most of my hatreds seem to be pop-culture based (I offer no explanations for why this would have occured to me in the shower). So, while someone’s vision of Hell from three hundred years ago might have been an eternity of rat bites, or an eternity of being flayed alive or something, my vision of Hell involves an eternity of watching David Lynch movies while Geddy Lee sings in my ear. No less frightening or painful, certainly. Still, I should really get a few non entertainment-based visions of Hell.