From the The idea for this book was actually born out of the inability to neither accept nor comprehend evil - both within myself and others. After all, we are no saints, none of us - some are simply less evil than others. Not that I don’t believe in genuine loving-kindness existing in people, but I must admit, too many times I have seen it faked for profit. As if it wasn’t enough that we are all surrounded by those who are sadistically voyeuristic, blatantly malevolent, or covertly malicious - now we cannot trust those behaving like the good ones anymore, either. This, and other things, made me lose hope. Yes, I felt most dissatisfied with hope and its effect on people, and I think this book is also (among other things) an expression of it - and a statement against it as well. Hope became the corrupting drug, another beautiful thing defiled by humanity through its irresponsible abuse of it. Hope became the illusion that everything was alright, when in fact everything around was burning and collapsing. Hope became the illusion that everything will work out in the end, when in fact the end was right at the doorstep. One could flood people’s minds with all the paranoia in the world - but the mention of a trivial ‘good’ act would make them feel at ease and once again lay on their backs. Is this a work of pessimism? Not exactly, but it certainly is inspired and driven to a large degree by it. One has to be either apathetic, or ignorant, or both of the world events (or of nature, especially human nature) to make a statement so gut-wrenchingly painful that the world is a perfect place (I wonder - do such people, who claim such outrageous things still exist?). Nevertheless, out of this pessimism is born not spite, but a need for comfort, a need for safety, and security; a need for warmth - not wrath or bitterness. I'm not sure I have achieved my goal, but it was worth an attempt. I was inspired by works such as 'Candide', 'Heart Of Darkness', 'The Little Prince', and 'The Man Outside' (orig. 'Drausen Vor Der Tür'). All of them short, all of them intense, all of them concise, while bringing an important point to the table. I wanted it to have the wit and smooth jumping from one place to another, without necessarily having a linear story like 'Candide'; I wanted it to have the feeling of a progressively darker journey into an unknown territory like the 'Heart Of Darkness'; I wanted every scene to be a template for insights, reflections and thoughts like 'The Little Prince'; I wanted it to have a sense of lostness and loss, where one screams but no one hears, or everyone ignores, ridicules or spits on the sorrows of an already traumatized individual as is the case with 'The Man Outside'.
I began conceiving the idea for the book in years of personal struggle, but considering the state of things today and the shape of things to come, it became even more important to me to share it. I should correct myself, though, and say that this is not so much a statement against hope, but a statement against the abuse of hope, which makes a great difference.
With all that being said, this is 'Too Dark To See The Future'.