Rp.

As the title says, a brief diagnosis and an exercise in despair.

The sad truth, even considering my unemployment, is that you can only help yourself. The second is none simply give. Paraphrasing Todorova once again, it was a mistake to apply the national model some two centuries ago on a region as diverse as Balkans. Or was it? Was there any other route? The book also convicingly shows the same carnage scenario had occured but earlier in western paradise states, and now, cultivated, the lords were loath to watch.
Just about anybody who would try to impose the logic of unity on the area these days is a simple idiot. Except contagion - if one strives to be funny for an instant. My God, how "we" have degenerated! The same issues, the same frenzy, the same imbecile look of dreams and aspirations!
But the paradigm can successfully be applied everywhere. Look westwards, look eastwards. What are Sarkozy or Putin but degenerates? Or the conceited Swede the children of whom are so well adapted they shoot around or the American jock trained to snatch and growl with fascist patriotism, not to mention the fat ones? The signs are unmistakable.
But you might say, this is the dark side only. There are societies that thrive and their art surely counts for something. Their art? Art is the product of fringe marginals who are perhaps craziest of all. And that feed on ideas that never were.
Then how about love? Both as a passion or passion? Surely love is redemptive? Compared to atmosphere, I would say yes. It's just you don't look into the dark abyss beyond it.