MicroHorror

I can say, with some authority, that hell is immobility and constant sameness. I can say this because that is the hell I have endured for a long time. I have been forced to lie here, on my back, facing upward, into never ending darkness for that long. There is never any variation, at all, in what I see or hear or feel. I do not even have the comforting thought of being able to go insane. I will always, now and forever, be forced to deal with this monotony, until the reckoning, eons away, when Christ comes to redeem mankind.

I was involved in labor relations in the ’70s. It’s a dirty secret that the Mafia is involved in unions. Always have been. But there was a change going through us back then that we might be able to do away with it. We were sick of the pensions always being ripped off. Word got around to the wrong people what we were trying to do, however, and I was murdered. I was leaving the job site one evening when I was kidnapped, grabbed from behind and shoved into a car. I was driven to a remote spot where an overpass was under construction. I was blindfolded, a straw was inserted into my mouth and I was told to lie down. My legs and arms were bound and concrete was poured over me, right up to the point of being level with that straw.

I lingered on for some days, before I finally passed away. The road was finished over top of me and my small breathing hole filled up with so much dirt, over time, that my entire lungs, throat, and mouth are now packed with it.

Since then, I have been in a sense of total sensory deprivation.

I see nothing. I hear nothing. I smell nothing. I taste nothing. I feel nothing.

Over and over again.

Forever.

I don’t know if I went to hell and this is my punishment, or if my hell is being stuck in the moment of death for eternity. I do know that I would welcome any change, at all. I would welcome disembowelment and torture. No pain can ever be worse than the total sameness I’ve endured for only God knows how long.