I read "A Short Stay In Hell" more than a month ago and I'm still thinking about that damn novella and it still makes me sick to my stomach (shit is deadass keeping me awake sometimes). Absolutely terrifying, 10000/10 book, highly recommend if you want to feel some existential dread! What do you mean there are so many floors that you could FREE FALL for a million years and still not be at the bottom. What do you mean there are just as many floors above you, and they are each long billions of miles. Logically, the solitude and the sheer absurdity of this hellscape would have you lose your mind within a few years, decades at most. But you stay sane. You heal your wounds. The book you're looking for is still in there somewhere. You have nothing else to do. You haven't seen another person in a billion years. You haven't found a cohesive page in about as long. You can't escape even in the depts of insanity. You still look for your book. Humankind has long gone extinct. Your book is still waiting. The universe has imploded now. You are still looking. Really, are you even sane at this point? You still have to search. What are you supposed to learn? Doesn't matter, your book is waiting. Maybe you'll eventually find it in yourself to fall to the very bottom. You have to start from an edge and work your way methodically. You have to fall and start walking till you find the edge. Another billion billion years might pass until you even find your name on a page. You're still looking for your book. There's nothing else to do. You don't know why you're even trying. If there's a Heaven waiting, what difference does one impossible long stretch of time differ to eternity, wouldn't infinity, even in bliss, be torture regardless. Your punishment won't be eternal, as long as you keep looking. You'll find your book. The library isn't infinite. There's a floor, a ceiling, walls. Billions and billions of miles away. Stretches of bookshelves that seem impossibly long, but they do indeed have a length that could be measured. Books that should be countless, but they aren't – there's a number. It's more than there are atoms in our universe to the power of a million, but they aren't infinite. Your book is there. Find it.
snowghoul
titsay
yousharknotpass
