Staub – Never change a running system

It seems to be a law of gravity that stacks that accumulate, as if by themselves become higher. Above all, one follows: more accumulation. How money, unjustly, increases by itself, the dirt also works for itself: dust produces dust and even the most romantic passion for collecting becomes a measurement at some point.

It also seems to be a law of gravity that more inertia follows. A resting body, the longer he linger, is always wearer. An active body, on the other hand, produces, the more it is in motion.

The fact that physics is not only a school subject, before which exams are a gray, but also something that continuously affects body and soul alike, you usually feel in crisis situations. Such crisis conditions are sometimes particularly evident in the profane, in relation to the domestic space in which we live like a made in bacon. The longer the list of tasks becomes, the more difficult it becomes to do it.

This is called to-do list. People write books about it, help for self-help, advisors who have titles like “Getting Things Done”. Household tasks are also becoming increasingly difficult to cope with the higher the tea towers. You walk through the apartment with a dust frond, whirl up the dust, that is, the skin particle of a past itself. You can see the dust in the air glitter and deposit somewhere else, an infinite cycle. We discouraged the dust frond. We see the dirt, he bothers us latent, like a visual tinnitus. Nevertheless, we leave it – it is of no use. Cleaning remains in vain, a sisyphean work. Although: Albert Camus considers Sisyphus to the “happiest person in the world”, because “he always has something to do”.

Fun and responsibility

Bahar Kaygusuz

Olga Hohmann does not understand what work is and tries to find out every day. Sitting in her Ortlos Office, she explores her biography and enjoys her own neuroses. All texts on Dasnd.de/hohmann.

I remember how I spent a whole long summer day in bed. I was hotted, exhausted, I had distributed all the endorphins, adrenaline and oxytocyins the day before, completely spent. So I lay in bed and couldn’t move, but I was increasingly hungry. So I dragged myself into the kitchen, took out a piece of bread and an old Gouda out of the fridge and smeared a cheese bread with effort. When I was standing, I ate the bread – even lubricating butter on the pane, was too exhausting for me – and supported myself on the kitchenette, then I wavered back to bed with asterisks.

So I lay in bed and sweated – now a little less hungry, but weakened from my short trip to the kitchen. Then I remembered what I had forgotten: to pack the cheese that I unpacked and placed on the kitchenette. The old Gouda, so I noticed, probably sweated like me, which I, full, but dizzy, lay in the blazing sun. I stayed there all day, because the idea of ​​dragging myself into the kitchen again to save the old Gouda from heat death seemed impossible. I fell into a state that was not entirely unlike that of the cheese – brillowing, moldy and slightly muffling. It was only the next day when we were both very dry that I brought it over myself to “tidy up” my stinking friend, that is, throwing away. The radiation of the sunlight had destroyed him.

Doom – that means abbreviated: don’t organize, only mov. But what is this supposed order that is alluded to in the term? Is a box system that generates so -called storage space really a helpful way to get your life “under control”? Or are the different arrangement systems in reality only an illusion that should allow us to deal with the fact that we are all equally “doomed” – dealing with the illusion that one can counter the essential transience.

“Don’t change a running system,” you say – and it is true that it is not advisable to bring a stone into the routine running gearbox of everyday coping. Whether order, disorder or anything in between – if you have found the right sisyphean work for yourself, it can be dangerous to change. Just keep moving. Energy generates energy.