Sunday, February 07, 2010


No shrieking demons, no fire and brimstone. Just a drab little room at the end of a hallway, the size of a walk-in closet, no light bulb, no ventilation, and a sign on the door saying Lost and Found.

A room cluttered with all the baggage our heroes have taken down there, the things they have left behind, returning alone and empty handed, their eyes unused to the light. A faraway look that we mistake for wisdom. That they mistake for pain.

1 comment:

km said...

Seattle airport used to have this funny Pop Art exhibit. It featured a whole bunch of baggage, all strung together on a device resembling a torture rack.

So, yeah, you're not too off the mark with your vision of hell.