So what does the view from hell look like? I am often asked this…I imagine it is a lot of bottoms of feet, brimstone smoke chimney stacks, gnarled dangling roots and if you’re an English professor a lot of dangling participles. I don’t know that there is much more real light other than the one long shaft of sun that measures a quarter of an inch round. This may be enough to sustain the damned for a brief moment now and again, in between the torment and wailing bits.
Maybe it’s like looking at the underbelly of America by Amtrak. All those backs of things and rotten, rusted wasted dreams that somehow always end up along a railroad track.