Vorarlberg writer Robert Schneider about an art and culture scene that mainly serves itself and is increasingly losing its social relevance.
I don’t write this out of sadness, and if I do, I won’t admit it until the end. It has been clear to me for a long time: the train towards culture, left, semi-left and silent moderates, who were socialized from the 1960s to the 1990s, have left their mark. We were waiting at the train station, but when it stopped, we simply forgot to get on. We were so busy with ourselves. Now he’s gone. We artists are left with a lonely walk home through the autumn forest. Old companions hold hands: “Do you remember that time?” And the leaves are falling. The rustling of leaves can be heard everywhere.
Source: Krone
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