The world is ending every day - blame the right-wingers and the Arabs, the climate deniers and the climate hysterics anyway. Shouting has replaced talking, there are no more opponents, only enemies - and victims.
Nothing is predictable anymore: who would have thought that Trump would come and the British would go? And then there's also the Chinese, who's on the doorstep like the Russian used to be. Digitalization is doing away with us all; disruption and revolution have become permanent. We know everything, know nothing. ADHD is no longer a disease, it's digital literacy. Everything is supposed to be clear and yet it is so paradoxical: While we are sailing at high speed toward the apocalypse, we are desperately longing for new heroes. The new Messiah - urgently sought. But woe betide if he is a human being after all.
Florian Schroeder presses the reset button. On this evening we reformat the hard disk - beyond the end of the world and promises of redemption, beyond hysteria and indifference, beyond good and evil. Reflection instead of reflexes. When everyone shouts "Game over", Schroeder sets his sights on a new start.