Nowadays I try and skip reading the newspaper, or even catching the news on TV. Somehow, I always stumble across the most depraved faces of humanity on the news.
The latest was a four-year old girl who went to a big hospital in India because of a gall-bladder problem. After the operation she developed other problems, so her parents got her scanned. Result: Post-op, one of the kidneys of that tiny child is missing: stolen by the monsters in white coats that prowl about some of the hospital corridors in India.
When writing, I am fascinated by this side of human nature, one that thinks nothing of robbing a child of an organ. I try and explain what makes a perfectly normal man a monster, or whether some monsters are born that way?
Some of my friends tell me that my writing tends towards the morbid, but for me it is a search for light amid the darkness. It is a deep-seated desire to figure out the nature of evil, and to really, really decide whether the existence of evil, of suffering is actually necessary, so that good can exist.