Norbert Jausovec

Tanya, my love Norbert Jausovec

As the narrator, in his big-headed contribution to street philosophy, noted: Anything we do is solely a ludicrous try to attach value to the hopeless striving for meaning in our trivial and tiny existence, that, at least from this searching/prizing perspective, appears endless. The stuffing, or expressed in more lofty terms, the objectives, can be, whichever arbitrary big, life-altering concept such as revolution, religion, altruism, or love to stick with the title of the story. They are merely a bunch of chimeras, by-products of neuronal assemblies, a perpetuum mobile that keeps us going in our personal burlesque designer anthill of profound nonsense. In the heat of the moment, I can barely keep my wisdom in check. It is reassuring to know that the undying flow can be so easily switched off.