We'll get through this, O. K.?

„Why do all good things come to an end? Come to an end, come to an (end), why do all good things come to an (end)? Come to an end, come to an (end)“ ... sings Nelly Furtado in ‚All Good Things‘, capturing the feeling of powerlessness and helplessness one faces upon realizing that something they were just enjoying is slipping away and fading. A theatrical expression of the desperate attempt to hold onto something that one may have only just recognized as essential and irreplaceable in their life. Emotionpowerhouse Showcase 01 dares to present an optimistic view. With positions that embrace their surroundings in grotesque forms, capturing the absurdities of our time almost playfully. The ‚end of the free world‘, of ‚the West‘, of the ‚community of values‘ (or whatever you may call it) is declared anew every day, accompanied by an onslaught of horrific future scenarios. Absurd fabrications that should be ‚owned‘, twisted, and played with — like a Rubik’s Cube — until we start having fun again. Maybe it’s all in vain, and we must indifferently admit: We are doomed. – But hey, whatever. exerpt of „The End“ by The Doors: 》Fuck, fuck-ah, yeah Fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah C‘mon baby, c′mon [...] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! C‘mon baby [...] Whoa, whoa, yeah, fuck, yeah C′mon, yeah Alright Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...《