INDIGNANT!

What an emotion roller coaster the past few days has been. Between the Ai Wei Wei's Evidence exhibit and the Topography of Terror, it is a wonder how people remain apathetic to the horrors this city (and the world) has experienced and are experiencing.

I am tired of seeing people take selfies on a gravesite. Smiling in front of gates at a fucking concentration camp. Perhaps it is the preciousness that our culture tends to endow specific events (and art) that we've talked about. And I understand the argument of moving forward from a shitty past (putting it mildly). However, there is a difference between respect and ignorance. 

It makes me wonder if the experimental and confrontational theater they have here is a result of the history in this city. The unresolved (abrupt) ending of Tartuffe had me hungover for the night. I find that the theater culture here has caused me to confront my thoughts about theater, religion, morals, madness and so much.