Through faded slides

...His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them.  The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.

Walter Benjamin

Every tomorrow becomes a yesterday / Every wounded love turns to hate / All religions evoke misbelief / Every child hosts an old man / Any democracy turns into dictatorship / All materialism becomes mysticism / Any renunciation becomes temptation / Every dream goes off with waking / Every day gives way to the night / Every adventure ends into routine / Every hope leads to disillusion / All beauty become filthy ugliness / Every shepherd becomes a slaughterer / Every laugh is turned off by tears / Every newborn will be father to a dead / Each pleasure ends in pain / Any waiver calls out greed / Each science becomes superstition / Every poet’s heart hides a whore  / All blessings turn into curses / Any spiritualism becomes utilitarianism / Each power becomes slavery / Every empire crumbles into debris / Any civilization draws barbarity / Every ideal becomes merchandise / Every god becomes a vampire / Each entropy becomes cannibalism / Each Saviour becomes a tyrant / Every utopia ends up in dystopia /

*Sehnsucht (nostalgia) + Zukunft (Future)