Brecht is running this city.

I am shocked at how cheap Brecht has become. The price reduction on his book is insane, from 1280,00 Euro to 249,00. You could never do that with a Philip Lim sweater, just reduce it from 300 USD to 50 USD, unless it had a huge hole or someone spilled tomato sauce over it and no dry cleaning would help. So Brecht is cheap now. Does that mean that he doesn’t count anymore? Does it mean that his influence is finally vanishing and people who are working, let’s say for VICE, would not know anymore who that person is and why they should be interested in that person, because that person is not online? Brecht would have liked the internet, its chaos, its fake democracy. He couldn’t care less about the value of the “book” per se. How would the online-Brecht operate? He would email Julian Assange on a daily basis and they would plan activities, that would rock the planet. Email exchange between Chausseestrasse and the Julians embassy room. Skype sessions with alcohol. It is funny, how Berlin these days is very much torn between living in a pre-online past and the next level, the future, the year 3000. Yesterday, we went into a store in Gipsstrasse. The guy who owned the store made beautiful leather bags, but he refused to sell online, also because he did not want to make more bags. “I only have two hands” he said, but refused to hire people. I swear, he looked like Bertold Brecht, the thick, black and round glasses, the blue workman outfit. Suddenly, Brecht is still here, right in front of you. I don’t think there is a chance he will disappear.