I've been listening to Paridise Lost on my MP3 player as I travel. In his classic story, John Milton depicts hell as a desert, a dried lake, the city, Pandemonium where Satan and his demon followers plot and try to twart God on this throne.
Not the case.
No, Hell is more like being awake for 24+ hours when you're on a flight to San Fransisco, and the toddler behind you is screaming and kicking your seat the entire time while his mommy dearest coos, "Don't do that. Don't do that"
And to make matters worse, your seated next to an elderly woman from Spain, who while, very sweet, makes up for her lack of English with an excess of flatulents.
That is Hell.
I'm glad to be home.
2 comments:
So your flight to Africa should be heavenly in comparison!!!
i'm with joey on this one! i hope the next flight goes much better. miss ya already!!!
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