Only Rebels Left Alive

“In memory of everyone."

Are we living in a post-apocalyptic era, or the apocalyptic one?

It is what it is, until it is not.

Thin December snow on a bright sunny day of June. It’s too early to draw the conclusion, it’s too late to paint the perfect picture.

It is neither the best nor the worst of the times, but near the end.

Looking at the end of the timeline while perched on the window sill, an imaginary construct. Spectating.

We are looking at the world made of fools. Face to face, fools having everything to lose;  fools having nothing to lose.

How can people sit together and talk rationally, when everyone is angry and sad? My, my, 20th century is really over. Or rather, are we reliving the 19th century? #AsIfNothingHadHappened*

How the hell in hell would we know?

Justice for some; justice for all?

“Ich traume viel bei Nacht und viel bei Tag.
Die Zeit ist ohne Wert...”

— Albrecht Haushofer

21st century is a century of emotion. Aestheticized emotion. 

Sometimes it is heartily to be heartless. We have no hearts.

What else can we do? 

Let us celebrate the bliss of plight, with four drinks per day. 

Let us party together, sipping Molotov cocktails, with the power and the passion of flames and burning grief.

2020.06.

Fair use? The king is dead! Long live the kings!