Some hold that Hell is other people.
Today, I’m inclined to disagree.
At the moment, I’m of the view that Hell is having one’s plan to kill a couple hours before meeting an old friend by wandering the streets of a city one used to know really well twenty years ago thwarted by pouring rain.
And while I currently have a dry place to hang out, the internet connection is very slow. And there is no outlet in sight. And my laptop battery is running out of juice.
Yeah, OK, it’s a pretty mild Hell. Nonetheless: Boo! torrential downpour! Also: Boo! slow internet connections!
