Literature
Hell's Amber Skyline
In Hell, it is never truly dark; perversions, delusions, and disruptive excitations accompany the cacophony of magma and brimstone. The only true darkness lies inside of the poor souls trapped there for eternity; a never-ending tsunami of self-doubt and ignorance awashes them.
I look up at the amber night sky and wonder where in the cloud of light pollution shines the light from yon window, slumped back in a poorly lit city bus with its cantankerous, wild-mane driver. Barreling down the blinding freeway, yet another sign for flesh-sin ruins my view.
Walking off the bus and down the same streets, I remember why this is so simple. Night after