Often when in great pain, I wonder if there is a Hell and what tortures await, and would it be worse than that current ache, which often causes suffering on numerous levels of the idea. I think I may now know what Satan has in store for my mind: ceaseless replays of this mishapen and futile film. Even out of the least enticing films, one can retrieve a kernel of enjoyment, but this was a migraine realised in obnoxious images.
