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Words, Love, and the Past
Philosophical Thoughts on Modern Design, Computer Science, and Digital Pop Culture
Hello, pen pals. Welcome to the latest issue of my newsletter. I've picked out five of the newest, hottest, and most interesting articles of mine for you to read, comment on, and share with your friends to your heart's content. Enjoy!
The Transience of Written Words
This blog has changed again and again over the past years. From the little diary of a Bavarian media designer to the story collection of creative minds spread all over Germany. From the bible of Berlin nightlife to the tabloid newspaper for hipsters. From a digital news site to a never-sleeping ticker of viral happenings. Until at some point, I was faced with a sheer monstrosity of false expectations and hopeless prospects. This website wanted to be everything but collapsed from not being able to do anything right. For a variety of reasons.
When the Voice of an Entire Generation Fell Silent
Even today, more or less strangers still ask me by email, letter, and shouting through the open window what happened to AMY&PINK. The portal of good humor. The party ship of Berlin’s newcomers. The voice of a generation that never wanted to grow up, partied for three days in Berghain, and woke up one morning in the ruins of their denial of reality.
When We Became the Past
No matter how far away we may find ourselves, in the crowded streets of New York, on the hot coasts of Australia, or under the high ceilings of Berlin’s old apartments, we return home sooner or later. To our city. To a world in which time seems to stand still. And we feel superior. Because no one there dared even come close to what we have achieved.
Feelings Without a Name
In the most unexpected situations, I meet people whose sheer existence fascinates me so much that I can hardly comprehend it. It’s not like I’m overwhelmed with love, hate, or pity because the tentative affection I feel for the person on the other side doesn’t fit into the emotional template into which I’ve almost instinctively squeezed all previous encounters.
The Meaningless Love
As she makes her way home, I shout the first stupid thing that comes to my mind. The black-clad, slim person with the white sneakers marked by life turns around once more, grins, shouts back, and raises her hand. I wave as well, then she steadily gets a little smaller - even smaller than she already is.
About Marcel Winatschek
I’m Marcel, a curious author, programmer, and media designer from Germany who had the chance to work in Japan, China, Great Britain, Canada, and the United States of America among other inspiring places. My passions include movies about the end of mankind, lost music from the eighties, and the Japanese way of life in general. Today I’m studying Interactive Media at Augsburg Technical University of Applied Sciences and write profound essays about brave arts, futuristic cultures, and the various wonders of the Internet.