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It Is Interesting To Note That The "sexual Revolution" Was Sometimes Portrayed As A Communal Utopia, Whereas In Fact It Was Simply Another Stage In The Historical Rise Of Individualism. As The Lovely Word "household" Suggests, The Couple And The Family Would Be The Last Bastion Of Primitive Communism In Liberal Society. The Sexual Revolution Was To Destroy These Intermediary Communities, The Last To Separate The Individual From The Market. The Destruction Continues To This Day.

The Absence Of The Will To Live Is, Alas, Not Sufficient To Make One Want To Die.

To The End, I Will Remain A Child Of Europe, Of Worry And Of Shame. I Have No Message Of Hope To Deliver. For The West, I Do Not Feel Hatred. At Most I Feel A Great Contempt. I Know Only That Every Single One Of Us Reeks Of Selfishness, Masochism And Death. We Have Created A System In Which It Has Simply Become Impossible To Live, And What's More, We Continue To Export It.

I Feel As If Things Are Falling Apart Within Me, Like So Many Glass Partitions Shattering. I Walk From Place To Place In The Grip Of A Fury, Needing To Act, Yet Can Do Nothing About It Because Any Attempt Seems Doomed In Advance. Failure, Everywhere Failure. Only Suicide Hovers Above Me, Gleaming And Inaccessible.

I Think That If I Am Notorious, It Is Because Other People Have Decided That This Is How I Should Be.