masochism? Sensationalism? Naivete?
I went tonight at eleven clock the Leopold street.
I was expecting the hordes that would make me Schwarzrotgelb aggressive but that they did not. You tröteten, they laughed, they waved their silly driving, and all they achieved was to me you almost in tears to the eyes. Gloomy Envy? Probably this: dark envy. Well, this would be no reason ... My resentment against all the masses, especially compared with flags, is not irrational. Irrational is what keeps me away from them. It was not like that it would have driven me into their midst, I would have forced me with a cool head, stay away from a questionable wobble. They were simply the other, they were a mass, they had together an event that made it the We, and I stood off, and knew that this aloofness was something fundamental, a deficiency. The inability to play a game that you can not play alone. And because this inability exists, the value of my thought Distance diminished, and at the same distance from my senseless envy ... but I have been here.
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