Everything is getting worse, it's worse than ever before, such bad times, it's almost unbearable. This or something similar can be heard from every nook and cranny. And the times are bad, no question, but have they ever really been better? Isn't it more a case of the whole mess repeating itself over and over again? In faster circles perhaps, but basically always the same? And do we perhaps simply lack the broad perspective to recognize these messes and circles that are constantly swirling around us as such and then perhaps finally change their trajectory or even interrupt their gyrations?

Literature can often help here, and even more often music. In our particular case, Kurt Tucholsky's thoughts on the
and melodies that Robert Stadlober has captured from the chaos of the spinning top and superimposed over Tucholsky's
over Tucholsky's reflections, which are over a hundred years old.
It is about the impossibilities of human interaction. In matters of love as in matters of hate, about the senselessness of violence and the hopelessness of politics that seeks to communicate itself through violence. It is about the longing for a kind of real life and the perpetual struggle of the many for a small piece of the whole. And Robert Stadlober sings, speaks and reminds us that so much has not changed since Kurt Tucholsky said: "If we are not cruel, then we immediately believe we are good." Our times are certainly not really worse, but they are certainly not better either.