Hell is Seattle
Hell is not hot. Hell is cold. Hell is actually freezing. It is. I know this because I currently reside in Hell. Seattle is Hell. Hell is abandonment. Hell is duplicity and not knowing who to trust. Hell is not being able to be yourself. Hell is eternal judgement. Seattle is the enforcer of such petty judgements. Hell is being frozen out of connection with other human beings. Hell is contagious. You live here long enough, you become a tormentor, circulating the cold breeze that permeates the soul of this city. Hell is self doubt. Hell is madness. Madness originates in a singular, lonely state of mind. Me and my wife are working hard to get the fuck outta this Hell-hole. We are surviving off of every last drop of spiritual warmth we can generate in the meantime until we finally do leave. This has nothing to do with religion. It has everything to do with staying positive in a negative place. Progression and intellectual propriety be damned if it means feeling like this. I would rather live in the fucking Bible belt with people spouting off religious jargon, as long as there is a little bit of warmth. Just a little. Just a little sincerity. Just a little eye contact. Just a little conversation. Just a little realness. Hell is an illusion. Quit making it so fucking real.