HG Butzko

The caravan moves on. But where to, that is the question. It's quite surprising how suddenly we should feel left behind, just because it's now unclear who is actually going crazy faster: the world or humanity?

You no longer order food from the waiter, but from the terminal. Partnerships are no longer closed, but wiped. The car drives the driver, not the other way around. Fake and fact make a shady pact. And at the end of the day, idiots and fools rule all over the world.

And when you have just reached the age at which you could tell your children stories, you realize that they prefer to talk on their cell phones. Until they reach that age themselves and then realize that you can't eat an app.

But HG. Butzko won't be pushed onto the siding or fobbed off with a pittance. So no thoughts of retirement or resignation, but out of the echo chambers and filter bubbles and into the full reality without a net and double bottom. "Das wolln doch mal sehn" - that's cabaret, satire, plain language, with human instead of artificial intelligence.