„What surprised me most my first few days walking around the city? The most obvious thing – the cell phones. (…) I remembered a New York when the only people walking up Broadway seemingly talking to themselves were crazy. What had happened in these ten years for there suddenly to be so much to say – so much so pressing it couldn’t wait to be said? (…) For one who frequently went without talking to anyone for days at a time, I had to wonder what that had previously held them up had collapsed in people to make incessant talking into a telephone preferable to walking about under no one’s surveillance, momentarily solitary (…). For me it made the streets appear comic and the people ridiculous. And yet it seemed like a real tragedy, too. To eradicate the experience of separation must inevitably have a dramatic effect. What will the consequence be? You know you can reach the other person anytime, and if you can’t, you get impatient – impatient and angry like a little god. (…) I did not see how anyone could believe he was continuing to live a human existence by walking about talking into a phone for half his waking life.“

(Philip Roth: Ghost Exit. London 2007, S. 63-65.)

Im Krimskrams der Woche halte ich jeden Mittwoch ein Zitat aus einem Buch, einem Text, einer Fernsehserie, einem Lied o.ä. fest, das mir in den letzten sieben Tagen besonders gefallen oder mich beschäftigt hat. Ich muss der Welt ja auch mal etwas Gutes tun.