in the Fake Society. Dipped in perfection like a chocolate bunny made of Ritalin. However, the journalism modernist, who is all about reformation and resistance against the abysmal stupidity of the caveman mentality, favours an e(a)s(a)y going popcorn article phase in which reading begins to pay off again.

To some extent, it seems that the Goethe Institutes have failed

It is the epidemic itself, the senselessness of much information because it is regurgitated or unreflected, which probably also leads to an unconscious reduction in its intake. Out of self-protection. The loss of quality is an admission of a lack of ethical and practical endeavour to decouple one's ambitions beyond one's own horizon of career and bubble.

As a personality, you are always in a hall of mirrors of your own hedonistically orientated narcissism. But the helplessness is an act, it is a question of mentality and compliance that leads to the current excesses in our pseudo-fine and pseudo-free society.

Not only is journalism not exempt from this, it is even more evident in Novak and Salomon, in all those loosely connected in the second tier. The term is salvageable, but all this started earlier, we have all been too casual with each other for too long. Metoo amazes many from this world and era when being an arsehole felt natural, inwardly corrupt is all you really are.

And these phenomena are increasing at the same time, despite another trend that has been widely celebrated here. However, simply enjoying and fuelling the wonders and beauties of change would lead to the same filter bubble mentality and widen the gaps between the camps even further.

What is needed is a mediatory concession, because otherwise there will be continental categorisations in a kind of camp mentality.

Planetary systems governed and reduced to themselves and their own demands. Perhaps the phase of space colonisation is the final division into tribes. The Nazis their planet. The Mormons. The cyclists. The frugals. The unvaccinated. And I think artistically and in terms of writing about the future, Megaverse is a vision of how some cities are already organising themselves today, how groups are forming instead of creating a diverse exchange.

Global multicultural and emotionally intelligent behaviour is on the rise, but is facing headwinds from the camp of the fear-mongering, the greedy and the simple-minded. Whereby simple-mindedness is often a filter bubble in itself. One that can make you simple-minded.

Don't underestimate this word for me, my dear!

And misunderstood tolerance for the most backward, brainless behaviour, as prescribed by societies, entire religions or organisations in a third millennium and bent by law, causes astonishing embarrassment when viewed from a planetary perspective.

Being a journalist

I can therefore also simply examine reality, unmask it in small or large pop-up writings without having to pay attention to affiliation. The innermost longing to be grouped together, to snuggle up to each other in the cave is also my own and in the competition for attention close to sex and the foodie mentality.

The decision-making process there is a reflector, pushes you into an outside and reduces all possible intersections, which is why I take flight forwards, the discourse with the few who want to be multiple, a multiple also has to give multiple. It is the merging of galaxies against atomic emptiness. Passing by in circles without ever touching each other.

Probably, as in art, in the media mania, only free journalism, flexed in temporary teams, is an adequate concept. Mixed up in the watercolour dance of blogging. But always in the necessary red zone, in the best sense behind the lines.

My journal is my report.

I research, act, grasp, enquire and sometimes pay homage. For me, the role models are clearly rare giants like Tom Wolfe, I can't average anything with the bigoted puritan Hinterwald, except to immerse myself in him.

In the unquestioned community, I also go through it, I stumbled and stumble like everyone else over inadequacy, genetic and social borderline.

I'm so much more full of made from this dumped half-dung than I would like to be. My head is still pounding today because

Rubbish trap

went. Literally realised in free sheets. What you put into yourself also comes out of you. But that would be too short-sighted, the deeper evil lies hidden in the jungle of advertising and PR. I live well in contradiction, but name it.
No, my work is also decoupled in this sector.

The key is usually mindfulness. Refusing the big bullshit.

And I am still in the Benefit as far as necessary. I can connect with many and everyone, I am not as contemptuous and judgmental as my texts make me seem, it is more of an astonishing honour for me to connect with people and beings and things of all kinds and worlds, I am enthusiastic and infectable, but I have the best long-term immune system and my guardian angel is no stranger to anything human, he just recently set far-reaching and highly conceptual priorities.

It is a chronic need, an eternal and actually also eternally rejuvenating curiosity, my naivety is magical, I love it very much. I can still get involved and be overwhelmed by sheer nonsense, by complete destruction. My vibration is confident enough, undercover would be an inappropriate word, I am gentle. I cuddle.

I am more of a Taoist and in the tradition of Zen. Journalism and art are just as closely related for me as business, the future, change work, it's a kind of delicate pocket watch that adjusts itself in me, after a long search for the right balance to give it space. The cogs of my system are a garden of pleasure, but I am aware that it can swing in both directions, Bosch's triptych tells us so much.

There is an infinite number of doors open, the world has become a single leak, some articles or tweets or videos or even works of art, some aberrations, everywhere, on every street corner there are wonders, new worlds waiting, often an entire universe is released for research in a subordinate clause.

We intuitively know that only the tip of the iceberg ever comes to light. This is a kind of human law that can only be countered by conscious living. With thousands of years of such a life.

Where we are just starting. My torch is nuclear, but it is also too light, in all these years so much has been swept under carpets, hidden in lockers, deposited in numbered accounts, the indescribable enrichment of an entire generation.

And in a flurry of its most unsavoury aspects, the past in particular is a visible solution, a backslash and a shamelessly greedy actor. So much to research, so much to scrutinise.

And it is the same with journalism, it is not yet a long differentiated and balanced cultural asset, it suffers from the same weaknesses and strengths as its producers and owners. Here, too, really beautiful and hope-generating things are emerging or being defended, people have long since stepped out of the rut, whether at Doctors Without Borders or reporters. But you can also see the dangers.

And the shyness, the delusion is (also) to be beaten with its own weapon. That's why I love the uncertainty principle, it's reflected in a lot of my work. Claiming poetic freedom and in the same breath insisting on journalistic freedom.

A journalist, we deal with the photographic aspect in other contexts, as well as (documentary) filmmaking, a journalist is always a storyteller, I love to give my inner and outer journeys and experiences this structure. Not the one that might be expected.

The most important thing is personal style. In almost any creative or innovative context.

Robots will take over everything else one day. Would-be artificial intelligence is already writing simple news today.

And the little that remains for us to indulge in recognisable futures is mindful, hopefully mindful, creative creation, enjoying our senses, but first and foremost we are left with the joy of taking part in an infinite cosmic game that brings tears to our eyes.

A self-organising system that we fill with consciousness, it is the task of the journalist to be a chronicler, a histo(r)ician, an analyst, journalists are the true computer scientists, the reporters of the universe.

I am happy to be all of the things mentioned here, I have no intention of deciding in favour of any one part of who I am.

Everything is reflected in everything, when I walk along the Mur and the echo of this bizarre power plant project, preparing an article for the Graz am Meer blog, I could find endless parables in it, but not only those that would suit the conservationists, there are many variations, there are many paths, it is something more than just right or left or centre, in our labelling addiction, with all the grains of truth, the ability to dance, to laugh, to look forward to loving and celebrating things again has been forgotten. To see the whole beach instead of just the crowded section or the rubbish afterwards.

I realise this with the topic of travel guides, which is currently on my mind. This average repeat that leads us past the real world. Which travel guide still describes the places in their entirety, fewer and fewer dare to look at the things behind the scenery, where are the slums, the homeless, construction sites like this pointless power station, I don't even find out who the mayor is at the moment.

It is a yawning emptiness or even powerlessness, you don't expect

Bruce

but even in a pocket format, you could present very finely spun details instead of cheaply pushing what Google spits out. And to adorn yourself with one or two reports.

You could guide by travelling. Guiding. A good topic for the thirties crossover, the whole book trade is a sleeping giant, language is currently not coping with the other developments.

TedTalk, for example, is a good example of innovation, of new ways of using language, but I still see little being made of this potential. Also on the hypnotic horizon that often plays a role here.

In any case, New Journalism is still very contemporary today, a foray into how things could be, the web has changed everything and we are all still searching. A

Authentic Label

This is also an endless essay on Link. Opinion journalism must not degenerate into opinion journalism. It is probably more about lost morals, about courage in the face of the questionable.

How admirable, on the one hand, the Western exceptions and, on the other, the bloggers, writers and journalists in all those madly wild countries who are really still acting in favour of the mindset of the controlling authority. No matter how worthy of an award, everything suffers from the editorial templates of a clone education that has long produced the bureaucrat archetype, the whole of society itself.

How could it be otherwise in this industry, it is a key instance and constantly under attack.

From this perspective, there is a need for forced freedom and protection, a strengthening of the people behind it. Lighthouse examples cannot hide the indifferent triviality of murdered journalists and bloggers. Who stands up for all the dead?

But the gravity of the moment is one that can be resolved too. It's going to be difficult for Austria, as you can see from the sneaky "business as usual" attitude of some media after Kurz's resignation. All in all, this country will need a de-Balkanisation.

On a large scale, it looks like complex times. There is no showering with holy water, but there are wonderful new media, new old writers, new old ideals.

We are venturing again because there is probably more and more independent awareness of what went wrong with the success story that we were selling rather than analysing.

For me, this is the Wikileak and Pandora Papers, the young clickbait-denuded new journalism that refuses to be lulled to sleep, it may be drunk like Jeannee but it's more heroic, more intelligent, more self-committed.

Naming the disgusting instead of giving it space and a chamber of honour. From Trump to Fleischmann, Erdogan to Nestle.

The show cant go on. It's over. We need a completely new play. A new narrative of what we should be, could be, and it won't be an American Dream.

I tend to regard journalism, the art of reporting, Mercury, the management of information, as the decisive player, even if I would like it more for art, but it has fucked it up itself. The pact with the devil, the bread and games, the opium for the people.

Didn't the media do this even more excessively? Thats maybe right, but their possibilities to change this situation are greater, more powerful, we will see how social media will make things even more exciting.

But that is a different intervention.

As long as I'm putting the pieces of the puzzle together, I'll write about it, then about something else.