Status Updates From EEG

I havent read this in a week or so and my bookmark fell out and I dont rly remember where I was 😔 pretty good so far tho

Conversations over dinner began with exclamations of gratitude; like they asked that TV cook Ana, every single one cheered mmmmm, after which they asked each other (and me) Whose cuisine do you like? Do you know how to cook? What do you cook? What do people eat in your country? (I felt like saying Shit, we all eat shit, which would have been taken as unforgiveable vulgarity.)

Someone will write about Florian Winter in the Black Chronicle because they know all those horrors happen to people they don’t know, so they needn’t worry.

Today Latvia is crisscrossed with memorials and ardently developing tourism, which is officially called dark tourism. This is when people from the West visit killing fields en masse, clutch their hearts and exclaim Oh my God, unbelievable! Incroyable! Nicht zu fassen! then they go to dinner in some traditional restaurant to sample national specialties. To feel the pulse of the country they are visiting.

During all wars, always and everywhere, people build niches, magic burrows in which they place their everyday lives, their mirages, their illusions of normality, in order to survive. So, Karlo Osterman watches people disappear. Karlo Osterman is horrified, oh, yes, but these arrests, these disappearances, surely they have an explanation, an acceptable explanation…

Our planet is a cosmic madhouse, said Goethe as much as a hundred years and more ago, to which Nietzsche, while he was still of sound mind, before he was assaulted by Spirochœta pallida, lues, or syphilis, added: With individuals madness is rare; but with groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.