The future

Mishima wrote in The Temple of the Golden Pavilion that hell consisted on watching everything fold down with a crystal clear precision in all its details. And to be able to see it in pitch black. Such a strange way to describe it. The main character does it when his plan of burning his beautiful dream of Temple has become imminent, when all the steps towards that goal are set, planned and crystal clear present. Even though it's a state of hatred and discouragement what has put him on the path of erasing for everyone the only thing he truly appreciated in the world, everything is clear to the last detail. Hell is knowing the steps of your own demise in the way in which only such certainty about the future can be achieved: by knowing it's going to be you who will produce the catastrophe. I'm searching for my Golden Pavilion.