HG. Butzko - Das wolln wir doch mal sehn

The caravan moves on. But where to - that's the question. It's quite something, how suddenly you're supposed to feel left behind, when nobody can tell anymore who's losing the plot faster: the world or humanity? You don't order food from a waiter anymore, you tap it into 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 or two, you find out 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 shunted onto a siding or fobbed off with scraps. No thoughts of retirement or resignation - just out of the echo chambers and filter bubbles and straight into raw reality, no safety net, no false floor.