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...where nothing ever happens.

Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 1:15 pm
by munsi
There is a party and everyone is there, and nobody will ever leave.


The band at the party play my favourite songs. Then they play them again. They play them all night long.

And it’s hard to imagine that nothing at all could go on forever, without hope of respite or variation for the exhausted partygoers.

And when the party’s over, it will start again. And it won’t be any different. It’ll be exactly the same.

Once, a man called this Heaven, but as I watch them, desperately making merry, eyes silently pleading, I grow to suspect the opposite…

Re: ...where nothing ever happens.

Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 2:05 pm
by strawman
'When we've been there ten thousand years, we've no less days to sing his praise than when we first begun' was always my least favorite verse.

Re: ...where nothing ever happens.

Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:42 pm
by Mr. Tweedy
People need external input. To experience only things that you made up yourself will become unbearable, given time. We need the unexpected.

I have long speculated that Hell is simply being alone, truly alone, your own output as the only input.

Re: ...where nothing ever happens.

Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 3:33 am
by InfernoFudd
Very well done. This is now my favorite drabble.