HG. Butzko - Das wolln wir doch mal sehn

The caravan moves on. But where to - that's the question. It's remarkable how suddenly you can feel left behind, when it's no longer clear who's losing the plot faster: the world or humanity?

You don't order food from a waiter anymore, but from a terminal. Relationships aren't formed, they're swiped. The car drives the driver, not the other way around. Fake and fact strike a shady pact. And in the end, fools and fraudsters run the show in every corner of the globe.

And just when you've reached the age where you could tell the kids a story, you find they'd rather chat with their phones. Until they reach that age themselves and realise you can't eat an app.

But HG. Butzko refuses to be sidelined or fobbed off with scraps. No thoughts of retirement or resignation - instead, out of the echo chambers and filter bubbles and straight into raw reality, no safety net, no fallback. "Das wolln wir doch mal sehn" - cabaret, satire, plain speaking, with human rather than artificial intelligence.