I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls. It has gotten to the point where it seems like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.
The stadium of Union Berlin has been transformed into a giant living room. Supporters were invited to bring their own sofas to watch World Cup matches on a giant screen. End tables and lamps were provided; the couches will be allowed to stay at the stadium for the entire tournament. (x)