Everything in German sounds like a war crime. And everything in Austrian German sounds like a war crime served with whipped cream. - Johannes Grenzfurthner

Sometimes I surprise myself with my own face.

The human is a narrative being. We construct emotional machines, so-called “stories”, to communicate, to share the world in which we live and make it collectively experienceable. And we are pretty good at doing that. Since the primordial soup at some point mendelized into primate brains, we have either been fleeing from big cats or telling others about our escapes from the clutches of big cats. Sitting around the campfire, interpreting and breaking down the world, charging it with aura. Initially this was all very mythopoeic, and slowly it became more differentiated. But even in the post-Enlightenment age, world interpretations are not necessarily particularly rational. Good stories sell well, and the best stories are the ones that hit you in the gut, regardless of whether they would hold up to a Wikipedia check or not.

A guy once screamed "Rammstein is fascist" in my face. I screamed "Laibach have seen better days!" back.