Hell

Hell.

We all may not believe in an afterlife, but we all have a hell. The place we envision as the epicenter of all things terrible. The compilation of all tortures, all horrors, which the damned are forced to experience for the sins they committed in their life.

But my interpretation of Hell is quite the opposite.

It's nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

To me, there is no devil, no inferno, no brimstone. Moreover, there is nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to taste, smell or feel. There is no anything. Absolutely nothing.

For those who grew up as children at the turn of the century, I liken my version of Hell to the Spongebob Squarepants episode "SB-129" in which Squidward breaks a time machine and falls into some kind of purgatory. There was nothing to be seen, nothing to experience, nothing to stimulate the senses. While Squidward was attempting to find a place where he could be alone, he came to realize that absolute solitude was something he feared the most.

But while Squidward was able to escape, the subjects of my Hell are damned to "live" in this place for all eternity.

It is well documented that sensory deprivation is one of the harshest forms of torture. Controversial experiments in the 1950's revealed that with nothing to stimulate any of the senses, a perfectly normal person can fall into insanity in just a number of days.  

The subjects of my version of Hell are forced to live in this complete isolation, devolving into absolute madness, for forever. There is nothing worse than that.