If Hell was a real place, there would likely be all sorts of hideous, unimaginable tortures. Some, though, I'd like to think I can imagine.
Today, I have a really bad head cold, and on my train ride home, my nose was dripping uncontrollably, like a broken tap. With 8 stations to go, I ran out of tissues. I also needed to piss really badly. Then, slowly, a headache kicked in.
Time slowed to a crawl, every bump of the train gently rocking my pea-sized bladder. If I sneezed, it made me almost piss my pants, and intensified my headache. The lack of tissues forced me to surreptitiously use my t-shirt as a snot rag.
This journey felt like Hell for the 20 minutes it lasted, so an eternity of it would be positively Luciferian.
