Holger said: “Why is there no entry in German?” Well, Holger, my hero of yesterday, the guy without whom all of this would not happen: “Because.” This is how it is at the moment. I feel that writing in English, even in this English that maybe sometimes only pretends to be English, like the son of German pastor pretending to be an East Coast whiz kid, that writing in English is a good way to treat the bastardisation of the world as it is – we as 60pages are part of this, very much so actually, we work on it, we believe in it, this is the true face of the present. What else is this little story of Mei about her cousin in Paris, who is born to Chinese and Ghanaen parents and married to an Algerian and waiting to move to New York? What else is a day like mine, yoga at eight in the morning at Soho House, talking to Jochen Sandig of Radialsystem about the dire conditions of what is unjustly so called the “free scene”, it is really rather the creative precariat, does this word actually exist in English? Well, it does now. Then off to some meeting, preparing a discussion on the question of why it is good to hate art. Quick lunch with Thomas who wants to lend me his Volvo for the weekend, then with Dirk to look at the 740 BMW from 1995, 286 PS, but there was a problem with the wheels. Anyway, did not buy it. But if I had? Yoga and 286 PS? Is this just me? Or is the world gone mad? And why does this feel so good? So right? So much better then the American President saying that he would go to war and then saying that he has to ask for permission and now sinking his presidency and the aspirations of the West with it? Thank you, Holger, for everything, maybe tomorrow there will a German post.