They say they’re hunting us again. Again implies a end. There was never an end. Human consciousness was a tragic misstep. We became self-aware and mistook that for progress. Right-wing, left-wing — that’s decoration. The rot is structural. People don’t want justice. They want absolution without consequence. You talk about fear like it’s regional. Saxony, cities, borders. Fear isn’t a place. It’s the default setting once the illusion cracks. Refugee children on playgrounds. You call that a problem. I call it evidence that the future already arrived and you don’t like the mirror. Everyone wants to be on the right side of history. History doesn’t have sides. It just happens to you. You donate money to feel like a good person. That’s not ethics. That’s maintenance. Dogmas outlast walls. Walls are honest. Dogmas pretend to be ideas. Nazis are everywhere. On stages. On talk shows. Inside movements that swear they’re immune. I’ve seen this before. The moral panic. The slogans. The costumes. It’s all recycled. Time is a flat circle. You escape reality with festivals and islands. You shit in the bushes together and call it community. Primitive rituals with better branding. Poets with microphones, misogyny as irony anti-Semitism as edge. AMG over meaning Heterosexuality as law of nature. Mother Earth is dying. Not screaming. Just bleeding out. Slow deaths don’t entertain us. Break your heads open. You won’t find anything new in there. Just echoes. When it all goes dark never get in the boat without an axe. Hope is a liability. Belief gets people killed. Rowing assumes direction. There is none. The idiots are coming. They always were here. Darkness must never prevail — that’s the lie they tell children. Darkness already won. It just stopped being dramatic. Those who remain silent aren’t cowards. They’re efficient. After war comes peace. After peace comes war. That’s not cynicism. That’s pattern recognition. Eat organic. Make lifestyle out of morality. Choice is your religion. Privilege is your sacrament. Do you think the people selling it can afford your virtue. Let’s drink to tolerance. No Muslims though. No discomfort. No disruption. A thousand individualists drive the same van to the same coast to feel different together. You say: “I just want to be nice.” Niceness is how violence learned to whisper. Watch tolerance bleed to death. Slow. Clean. Polite. What good is art when hunger has better arguments? You can’t eat ideology. You can’t sleep inside a stance. Sell your politics. Sell your face. Next project. Same emptiness. Born and raised in hell. Local pride — proto-fascism with folklore. When the street burns everyone suddenly loves democracy. For one night. Never get in the boat without an axe. Never. Because the truth is this: The world doesn’t need saving. It needs ending. The most merciful thing would be for humanity to stop reproducing itself. That’s not hate. That’s mercy. After war comes war again. Time is flat. And we keep walking like it’s going somewhere.
