Homecoming

The big throw. Sober, clean. You like to do your best, lead a decent life, tidy up the house, and love your child. You go on family vacations, decorate the Christmas tree, collect things, save money. But all this modesty, how it eats away at you, alienates you, these small victories. Just don't be big, dangerous, a genius, or have any longings. You really have to run away. From the security of life, from unshakeable rationality, this love of the ordinary, the eternal certainty of the believer. The soul is rubbed raw. The macabre and the extravagant are not only threatening, but even worse - uninteresting. Incompleteness as a condition of our human existence. The big throw - how do you start over?