I had a strange dream once of something hell-like. I'll describe what it was like here:
It was very much like our world; the actual 'setting' was no different. There were cities, forests, mountains, beautiful springs. What was firstly different were the perceptions, the forms, the feeling. Nothing could provoke any intuitive understanding of beauty. A rotting corpse, a shimmering waterfall provoked no differing emotional response. Artists did not exist. Relationships, from parents-and-child to between-lovers, were bound by contracts both parties agreed upon. Kindness was never shown; not because people hated kindness, but because it never occurs to them as an option. Rarely, something 'alien' would be brought to this Hell. Something that could provoke beauty, something we have access to. The residents took it upon themselves to hoard these things, keep it to themselves, in fear that it would be destroyed. All beautiful, alien things were destroyed. No agency or organization enforced this, it was simply the will of the general public; if it could not be shared with all, it was accepted to destroy the beauty of others.
Secondly, no one held any unconscious associations with anything. Because of this, it was constantly obvious that all things were 'matter,' that they were 'made of the same stuff.' At dinner, if your mind wandered, it would be easy to mistake your steak for your brother's arm. You'd realize in an instant once you've made the mistake, but it was easy to do regardless. Parties were sickening; so many people crowded together, so many mouths, walls, fingers, arms, shouts, doors, holes, eyes. It was disorienting. The music sounds eerily similar to the cacophonous screams. The writhing crowd looks eerily close to the filthy walls. It makes you sick having to experience such stimulus it for so long, but substances made it easier.
Thirdly, the calculations. Everyone was constantly reading and talking about 'the calculations.' They were scientific portents about their own lives, the people they know, the government, the weather. Everything was subject to them. The time you died, the time your friends died, everyone knew pretty accurately, and everyone was beholden to them. It was a given that the calculations worked. Wars were calculated hundreds of years in advanced. So were migrations, recessions, genocides; but also economic flourishing, warm weather, bountiful yields. The calculations were always changing, and also in dispute. People argued over 0.1% differences in them. It was the reason for all strife and conflict in daily life, practically. If you wanted to know if your partner was cheating on you, you'd get it calculated.
Is this any place you'll go to when you die? No. But neither is the Christian Hell. Hope I stimulated your imaginations
