preis-leistungs verhältnis what more is there to read to write to speak to hear out of those language and into the next there is no complete immersion the mother tongue occupies territory that it will never give up language is more than an arrangement of sounds there is a reference system historic as much as it is living flexible and regional universal in structure specific in content deceive itself at every breath never bending an hypocritical eye for language lacks action it is always only one half of the being projecting itself into another place a vicious game of hide and seek with self the ephemeral non-substance receding ever further into the horizon as this body attempts to step closer to it chasing a shadow this damnable animal is subject to a complex social web that is constructed on the basis of the sense site specific distraction keeping the animal moving let it not sit still let not the people sit under the sun and for their shadow to come to them under the harsh noon light a clarity of everything under the sun inactivity an end to consumption a consideration for those on the other side carrying the burden of excess of decadence in the half of the world that doesn't deserve to eat just desserts european ego delights in itself of all the things one cannot let go of even the high pedestal is cast to the ground in a dinner party for faux friends feeding on the shortcomings of others cast down in a light of not meeting expectations fooling no one meeting not even their own criteria you cannot convince someone to care all the information is there but the two hundred year old individual cast within two and a half thousand years of evil has nothing but itself to contend with and beyond the death of god what else is there but mankind to contend with act only in line with the profit margin it's not like we have only one planet and 'i' will never see the end of it already come and gone never had the eyes open wide enough to see it when it was hear nor the mind to grasp its passing if you cannot shoot through decadence then shoot through yourself  ¶ 9:23 am