Markus #Barth @markusbarth@social.cologne:
Andi #Scheuer stimmt für nen #AfD-Antrag, Friedrich #Merz kämpft nach #Sonneberg lieber gegen die Grünen als gegen die Blaubraunen, und ein CDU Kreisparteigericht sieht keinen Grund für einen Ausschluss von HG #Maaßen.
Ach Union, eure #Brandmauer nach rechts ist ne Scheiblette.
He wonders: will he become a regular person? Something has gone wrong; his vaccination didn’t take; at the Boy-Scout initiation campfire he only pretended to be deeply moved, as he pretends to this hour that it is not so bad after all in the funhouse, and that he has a little limp. How long will it last? He envisions a truly astonishing funhouse, incredibly complex yet utterly controlled from a great central switchboard like the console of a pipe organ. Nobody had enough imagination. He could design such a place himself, wiring and all, and he’s only thirteen years old. He would be its operator: panel lights would show what was up in every cranny of its cunning of its multifarious vastness; a switch-flick would ease this fellow’s way, complicate that’s, to balance things out; if anyone seemed lost or frightened, all the operator had to do was.
He wishes he had never entered the funhouse. But he has. Then he wishes he were dead. But he’s not. Therefore he will construct funhouses for others and be their secret operator—though he would rather be among the lovers for whom funhouses are designed.
Text: John Barth, Lost in the Funhouse
Image: Brilliant Luna Park at Night, Coney Island (1904)