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I hate melancholic girls.

All melancholic girls do.

They wonder: How did I get to be
all I never wanted to be?

Yet the answer is clear.

I mean, just look at me.

Do you believe, looking like this
one could become anything else?

One can't take pity
on melancholic girls,

because they don't
take pity on themselves.

See? That's the problem.

For example, if this were a film...

we'd already lose all those who
need to identify with the protagonist.

In a film,
something always has to happen.

Nothing ever happens
to melancholic girls.

I mean, they wander around,

they talk, they have sex.

But the crucial event,

the catastrophe,
has always already happened.

Now there's just inertia.

There are no climaxes.

No development.

No catharsis.

They don't become better people.

They don't move from A to B.

They don't jump off the roof.

One can learn nothing from them.

Except about the time and place

mirrored within them.

Because that is all they do:

They spend time in various places.

And then, at some point

the film is over,

just like that.

Are you asleep?

The way you're standing there
in your coat, I'll never forget that.

Oh, I think you will.

AREN'T YOU HAPPY?

EPISODE 1
FEMINISM FOR SALE

I'll give you some music now
and you'll move sexily.

Got it?

Make moves on each other.
Make it sexier.

Okay.

Now the short one, you go first.

The camera is your mirror.

You apply make-up.

Yes, that's it.

Re-do your eyes.

Yes. Now:

Give yourself a flirty grin
in the mirror.

Looking good.

Cheekier, sexier.

And now you giggle!

Okay, louder, and now
burst into laughter.

Thanks. Now you.

The same again.

Look into the camera
as if applying make-up.

Touch-up your lipstick.

Now you check your make-up,

you wink at yourself. Sexy!

And you have to giggle.

Giggle!

Laugh more loudly.

Yes. Thanks. Cut.
Let's stay with you.

Know your lines?

So let's have your version.

The client wants it
as real and natural as possible.

Got it?

Hey, you! Yes, it's me.

Your wife.

Now listen to me.

I no longer want to be your
counterpart, or your better half

or a better version of you.

I no longer want to have the choice
between saint and whore.

I want to be witch and girl,

bitch and lover, child and mother,
sinner and saint,

and all at the same time,

because I'm every woman.

And I never again want
to be asked

if I prefer the left or
the right-hand side of the bed.

I want to be asked how I like it.

And if I say no, there are no

blurred lines.

But when I say yes, it means:

Yes! I want it! Because...

I'm every woman.

The new online store.

Okay. You're done.
Now your turn.

Hey, you! Yes, it's me.

Your wife.

Now listen.

I don't want to be your counterpart,

your better half,

or a better version of you.

I no longer want
to have the choice

between saint

and whore.

I want to be witch and girl.

Bitch and lover.

Child and mother.

Sinner and saint.

And all at the same time.

Because I'm every woman.

Could I get a happy version?

Or aren't you happy?

Sure, I'm happy.

Okay.

Then do it again happy, please.

Hey, you!

Yes, it's me. Your wife.

Now listen.

EPISODE 2

THE LONGING FOR RELIGION
IN DISENCHANTED PLACES

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight...

And kiss.

And now we come
to our final blessing.

Do join in!

But I don't have a baby.

Your birth

is my birth

You live through me

and I live through you

Your birth has changed everything.

Because of you I am a mother.

I feel the power of all mothers,

the power of Mother Earth,

and I am a strong,
independent woman,

who can achieve everything.

Your birth...

Welcome
to the new Biedermeier era.

Come on, it's not that bad.

It's worse.

You live through me

and I live through you.

Now I know what baby envy is.

It's interesting,
the kind of looks one gets.

- He suits you, anyway.
- Thanks.

Seriously,
you should have one, too.

It'd instantly cure your narcissism.

I tell you,
nothing grounds you like a baby.

- Back to nature?
- You're laughing.

It's pure fear.

Of what?

Children are the end of boredom.

The little one is the first
truly compelling event in my life.

Whatever works, eh?

I hope I never
have a baby out of boredom.

Why else would you have one?

To feed you?

To train it as a terrorist.

I recently saw a film
by Helke Sander.

The women in it
were more emancipated,

less oppressed and somehow
not as bloodless as we are.

What do you mean?

Say, can I sleep over at yours?

I have no home at the moment.

It's not convenient.

The little one already
messes up our routines.

In a few weeks,
when things have settled down.

Okay?

EPISODE 3

THE DAWN OF UTOPIA

Can you feel it coming?

Like a train

beginning to jerk.

The transition is

always difficult.

Are y'all

freezing too?

I love this weariness.

Can you feel the borders

dissolving?

As if one becomes less.

Layer

for layer,

one ceases to function.

This hand

doesn't belong to me.

That can't possibly be.

Do you think

we can

let go?

Do you believe
a better world is yet to come?

There won't be bodies anymore.

Our heads will have burst

from the velocity.

I read that there will soon be

a pill against feelings.

Humanity will consist of psychopaths.

They will be cold and happy.

Why is it so difficult

to dream something beautiful?

We have lost imagination.

But when?

In sleep.

EPISODE 4

THE VIOLENCE OF LOVE TALES

Will you do me a favour?

Will you shave my legs?

I'll do anything for you.

I'm scared of hurting you.

You can't.

That's a four-blade razor

with triple-protection.

Why did you come with me?

I needed a place to stay.

- That wasn't a joke?
- I never joke.

So... what do you do?

- I get my legs shaved.
- And in real life?

I'm writing a book.

But I can't get past the 1st sentence
of the 2nd chapter.

- What's the sentence?
- That was the sentence.

- It's brilliant.
- It's a crisis.

If I read your name on
a poster one day,

I will think: I knew her.

You hurt me.

Sorry! That was an accident.

And why me?

You were my man of the evening.

I always decide on a man
of the evening.

And what are your criteria?

Beauty,

innocence,

coolness.

Don't you even want to know
why I took you?

Well? Why?

Curiosity.

- I wanted to check out your breasts.
- And?

I like them.

Is that all?

Like the breasts of a French actress

or of a Greek goddess.

- Small and perky.
- Oh, a poet.

Why does your mouth
only spew irony?

It's not irony. It's cynicism.

What's the difference?

Ironists take nothing seriously.
Cynics are disillusioned romantics.

What am I?

- You're too young to be disillusioned.
- I know everything I need to know.

So, what do you know?

Better an awkward morning
than a night of loneliness.

That's just a quote.

- You quote, too.
- I quote myself. That's different.

Sing something for me.

- What?
- Sing me a children's song.

A little sailor

sailed round the earth.

He loved

a girl

who had nothing of worth.

The girl had to die,

and who was to blame?

The little sailor

in his foolish...

Oh, a spider.

Are you superstitious at all?

It is, despite everything,
a living creature.

Now it's your turn.

Once a boy a Rosebud spied,

Heathrose fair and tender,

All array'd in youthful pride,

- Quickly to the...
- Don't be silly.

I really like you.

You don't know me at all.

I see you.

You only see
the surface I hold before you.

- That's enough for me.
- See? That's my problem.

- What?
- I want to be loved.

But all I get is admiration.

Perhaps you go for the wrong ones.

That has occurred to me.

I can't do anything right, can I?

You can wash my hair.

That's better than nothing.

Don't you even want to know
what I do?

You wash my hair.

Sorry, that was a joke.

- What?
- Everything.

Isn't that sad?

- What?
- Well, this.

Us.

You're there and I'm here.

One goes in empty-handed

and comes out with even emptier hands.

- Why do we do it?
- Because we can.

Is it really that easy?

It could be different.

- How?
- I don't know. Like this?

This isn't working.
I'm stepping on your toes.

We aren't made for each other.

- What shall we do, then?
- What we were taught.

- I'm just a fool to you, right?
- You're a puppy.

You'd be a good prostitute.

You're so tender.

I pity men.

I pity you.

- That's a good starting point.
- For what?

For never meeting again.

EPISODE 5

OBJECTS OF DESIRE

Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I am standing around decoratively.

Somebody told me I was good at it.

You are humorous.

I never joke.

Excuse me, I am bad at this.

At what?

I prefer not to be more precise.

We could have a conversation.

With pleasure, about what?

Accelerationism
is a popular topic now,

or web series, or the refugee crisis.

But with that, it is difficult
to find the right tone.

Perhaps we could get
something to drink first.

What do we want
to converse about?

I don't know.

Can I sleep at your place?

If this is about sex,
I have to disappoint you.

I don't care about sex.

I have no home at the moment.

In that case,
you can gladly come with me.

If you like.

EPISODE 6

POST-EROTIC TIMES

Do you have anything to eat?

I am sorry, this apartment
is decorative rather than functional.

I always eat out.

A little neurosis.

Never mind.

What is your problem
with... sex?

Oh, that is a long story.

I have time.

Back then, I had a lot of sex.

Do you like Bataille?

I was absorbed by the concept
of excess and transgression.

I was convinced
it was the only possibility

to sincerely encounter somebody
away from the markets.

Then I was gay for a time.

Now I rarely have sex anymore.

I have to say, I am bored by it.

The professionalism

with which we do it.

It somehow saddens me.

I am the most sad

when the boy
makes a tidy knot in the condom

and puts it in the bin.

The perfect allegory.

What about you and sex?

My body is a war zone

where the entire world
stages its battles.

It is owned by everybody else
much more than by me,

so I can leave it
for free usage anyways.

The doubtful privilege of beauty.

I am instantly relaxed
knowing we won't sleep with each other.

Yes, me too.

- One could almost be tempted again.
- Yes.

But I have made a resolution
to take better care of myself.

Too many unprocessed experiences
will take their revenge.

Yes.

At age 30, depression strikes.

We could have a cup of tea instead

and watch a Woody Allen film.

Good idea.

Would you prefer the left
or the right-hand side?

EPISODE 7

DANCING SIMULATION

I am so bored.

I float through life like a fish

Everything slips past me, untouched

I hear myself speak

and wonder:
Hello, who is there?

I only have to sing a song or two

And the whole world's
dancing to my tune

Like playing ping-pong

In an infinite loop

And all doors are wide open

And I always find my way

I haven't met anyone lately

Asking why I do what I do

And everything feels the same

And I watch myself

And my laughter sounds so strange

And where the hell are you?

I just consumed you

That happens from time to time

Sorry, my life
is more exciting than yours

Let's just face it

I simulate self-confidence

And everyone stares at me

And I know as long as they stare

I can't stop

I imitate myself

EPISODE 8

THE ASHES OF PSYCHOLOGY

I dreamt last night

that I won a literature prize.

The German Banks' Newcomer Prize.

I sat on a podium

when the laudatory speech was held.

I remember every word of it.

"'A fluffy Berlin story',

one would think after reading the
first pages of her novel 'Yeah, Yeah'.

Young women drink latte macchiato,

go to therapy,

have pseudo-intellectual conversations
in art exhibitions

and meet their lovers.

Reduced to its reflecting surface,
the literary debut

by the 30-year-old,
delicate Berliner

is the chilly portrait
of a lost generation

for which neither
their parents' idealism

nor their grandparents' pragmatism
is an option.

They face the pressure
to be happy no matter what

with pretentious cynicism

and quotes from songs and films.

In its partly vain exhibitionism,

which is more than
a narcissistic pose,

the text is highly contemporary,

even explosive.

A debut,
cute like a rubber ducky

and evil like Jack the Ripper."

What comes to your mind?

It is not only the most brilliant thing
that I've written these last months

but also the only thing.

And that while dreaming.

Why do you think
you can't write right now?

I am bored by it.

In the tyranny of self-realisation,
everyone is an artist.

That's why the spirit of revolution
retired from art.

So, you deny yourself the right
to individual self-realisation?

If you want to frame it like that.

But what if you just look at all this
a little less ideologically?

Maybe, hidden behind
your political attitude,

is really a refusal to
get somewhere in your life.

If you really believe that,
I would have to assume

that you're mainly interested in
reconverting me

into a functioning part of society.

So, don't you believe you can

find your own individual happiness
in this society?

I don't even know

if I believe in individuality.

And I don't know

if I want to be happy.

When you talk like this,
I wonder sometimes

why you actually come here.

I wonder, too.

EPISODE 9

THE MARKET OF ROMANCE

Honey, why are you sitting
here all alone?

I am waiting.

For your prince?

That might take a while.

I am waiting
for the end of capitalism.

Then I'll wait with you.

- Do you smoke?
- Sometimes.

Do you have a boyfriend, honey?

I have boys and I have friends,
but I don't have a boyfriend.

You are funny.

Vasilis, could you come here?

You have to meet my friend.
She's hilarious.

- Hi!
- Sorry.

I have to pee.

- Did he bother you?
- Not at all.

- Do I bother you?
- We'll see.

You seem very cold.
Kind of stiff.

I guess you never really have great sex
because you won't be able to relax.

- Am I right?
- What do you want?

You know that I am a DJ.
I'm producing an album.

But only with the sound I recorded
during sex.

I got one track left.
Do you want to be on this last track?

Can I stay until tomorrow?

As long as you want.

EPISODE 10

NEW TOURISM
TAKES PLACE IN BEDS

Listen, girl. I wrote a song for you.
Especially for you.

Hey, girl, why are you so sad?

It's a structural depression.

I am unhappy

so that people like you
may be happy.

Do you think I should rather have a
baby or cut my hair and become fat?

Why?

So I will be taken seriously
before I turn 50.

You are great.

Do you like it here?

It's a fucking camp ground.

Everybody comes here,
dumps their waste,

and leaves again.

What?

Sorry,

I thought for a moment
you were somebody else.

But I am also a collective woman

and someone else every night.

So why shouldn't you
be someone else every night?

And somehow, we're all alike,
aren't we?

I'm bored to death.

I'm bored to death.

I have to go.

EPISODE 11

ONCE UPON A TIME...

Are you Blacky?

No.

Fips?

Homer?

Struppi?

Wolli?

Then you're Henri, okay?

I've been waiting for you.

Oh, really?

Why?

Is that forbidden?

No.

I'm not your type.

You are a 10, and I am at best a 3.

Not as sexy
as that Greek fellow up there.

Oh, well.

I'm not even really
a construction worker.

Oh, well. What are you, then?

Sometimes I am a pizza chef,

sometimes a paperboy,

sometimes a beekeeper.

Actually, I'm a philosopher.

An unemployed philosopher.

And a schmuck.

Inwardly and outwardly a bit desolate,
as you can see.

And you?

I'm a witch.

That's what I thought.

First, I thought you were

a fortress waiting to be stormed.

But now I see

that you're a war machine.

You destroy men and hopes, right?

Exactly.

Coming?

To do what?

To eat something, for instance.
Or read a book.

Or dance on the roof.

I have a dog now.

What's his name?

Henri. I just found him.

Okay, Henri.

You can come, too.

Come on.

Come on!

I wasn't expecting you.

We can have pasta.

Pasta with nothing

or pasta with garlic.

Pasta with nothing sounds good.

I just realized I feel hungry.

Do you feel like screaming?

- Do I look like I do?
- To be honest, yes.

To be honest,
I'm not sure if I can scream.

I am a good teacher.
Come on.

Opposite me.

Arms up. Like boxing.

Bob and weave.
And now watch out.

Careful.

Now I scream.

Your turn.

Once again.

Mannometer!

Does anyone still use that word?
I learned it back in the 80s.

Finished!

I was wrong.

You're not a war machine.

You are a fortress
waiting to be stormed.

I am a house with open doors.

When I open my mouth

you can see my innermost being.

You probably think

it looks bad in there,

but I have to disappoint you:

Average and healthy.

You needn't tell me
anything about yourself.

I know you are as broken as me.

We could look after each other.

If we were together,
I'd have to judge you and your acts.

I'd have to tell you that
you're a poor, fat, old man,

and I'd have to say it with bitterness,
not tenderly.

That's just an excuse.

We want to remain lost,

therefore we cannot be together.

If we were together,

we would no longer be lost.

You want to remain lost.

I don't.

Maybe.

I have to go.

But you can sleep on the couch
if you want.

No. Thanks.

But you haven't eaten anything yet.

EPISODE 12

SOFT ASSAULT
DURING COFFEE BREAK

May I sit down briefly?

Yes.

What are you writing?

I'm writing a book.

But I can't get past the 1st sentence
of the 2nd chapter.

And what now?

Let's say,

I'm intensively engaging
with my non-writing.

I stopped making art.

Oh, really?

Eight years ago.

I kept repeating myself.

Until I met my master.

Your... master?

"Yoga of the Voice".

Has anyone told you

you radiate great inner calm?

That's an optical illusion.
Inside, there's a war raging.

Yoga of the Voice

is a sort of manual.

Use your presence, your awareness,

to concentrate on the question:
Who am I?

I've never concentrated
on anything else.

What you're talking about is just
biography, a stream of emotions.

Commonly known
as one's personality.

That is exactly
what you overcome via meditation.

You just listen to the heating,

liberate yourself
from emotion and experience,

and concentrate on the question:

Who is listening? Who is perceiving?

I'm sure you understand me.

You radiate an absorbing calm.

That's just my inner void.

The inner void.

Exactly.

I'm not so sure.

The acceleration of capital
degrades us into left-behinds

and we seek refuge
in mystic self-oblivion

just to better function again tomorrow
as even happier self-exploiters.

Sorry, today is my pessimist day.

You shouldn't talk to me.

I didn't want to sadden you.

Never mind.

You'd better go now.

My sadness might be contagious.

So you won't join me
for Yoga of the Voice?

No. And you know what?
I'll pay now.

EPISODE 13

PROMISES OF FREEDOM

There are no more buses tonight.

Maybe I'm not waiting for a bus.

What are you waiting for then?

For Godot. For my life to start.

For the night, for a text,
or for you: Pick one.

Who are you?

The girl standing at the bus stop.

You are funny.

I never joke.

So you're not Annika?

Do you have a date?

Well...

That's funny.

So what do we do now?

Maybe she'll show up.

Yes.

So, what do you do?

I'm a carpenter.

That's nice.

So down to earth.

Working with your hands.

Are you making fun of me?

I take pleasure in you.

Do you want to be invited
for a drink?

Most women
want to pay for their own nowadays.

I'd prefer a bed.

What?

I'd prefer a bed.

You're blunt.

We don't have time.

- Why?
- We're growing old.

We're still young, wild and free.

We have the freedom

to choose between beer and wine.

You have the freedom

to take me with you,

and I have the freedom

to let myself be taken.

We have the freedom or the duty
to sleep with each other.

Why?

Because we're so young and wild.

You're really funny.

I live right back there.
In case you were serious...

Why the look?

It always makes me so sad.

What?

Our professionalism.

But you are not a...
Are you?

Don't worry.

I don't take money.

Why did you sleep with me?

Because I'm so free.

I think

I don't get your humour.

The only freedom that I really have

is to fake an orgasm for you.

So,

did you?

Keeping the secret to myself
is part of the freedom.

You're mean.

Oh you poor, poor man.

Don't you worry.

It was a good performance.

Those are from my ex-girlfriend.

You have an ex-girlfriend with taste.

Thanks.

"I stand at the window
until my breasts feel cold.

Then I close the shutters.

I sit before a sheet of paper.

I drink Moscato Frizzante.

There is nothing, I think,

nothing but the performance,

nothing but the game.

Tomorrow, I want to be
called Monika, or Mara,

and I want to be happy.

I blow a snowflake
off the back of my hand."

Sentimental garbage.

"With every movement, Malte lets out
high-pitched, articulated moans,

his movements expressing
a well-considered eroticism.

He attends to her pussy
with dedication,

as if he were stirring risotto.

Eventually, Lore refused
the artificial gymnastics

and just laid there
in bed motionless,

while Malte was tending to her
with the most beautiful efforts.

She politely came every time
and then let him cum inside her

or worked his clean, small,
well-proportioned dick mechanically,

always with Malte's
shrill cries in the background."

"By qualifying the young
and the women

with an absurd surplus value,

by turning them into
the exclusive holders

of the new esoteric
forms of knowledge,

consumption and seduction,

the Spectacle has liberated
the slaves of the past,

but it has liberated
them as slaves."

Look, a book about me.

"Just as there isn't
chastity for the young girl,

there isn't excess for her either.

The young girl simply lives as
a stranger among her desires,

whose consistency is governed
by their Market-Super-Ego.

The boredom of abstraction
flows in the act of fucking."

You really are a curious one.

Like a very exotic kind of ice cream.

You can only stand a single scoop.

I'm going to write that
in my notebook, okay?

In my list
"Things men have said about me".

Are you a writer?

Something like that.

So, will I appear in a book now?

- Would you want that?
- Everybody does.

I'll see what I can do.

EPISODE 14

AN ODE TO SOCIETY

Are you still doing that

therapy?

Yes.

And?

I've started regarding my depression
as a political issue.

What does that mean?

It's not a personal failure,
but a structural problem.

I am unhappy so that people
like you may be happy.

Oh, come on.

I don't get
this archaic impulse to rebel.

Ever since I can think

I've been raised to critique
and rebel.

The society one could blame
no longer exists.

There is no exterior anymore.

That's why I wage war
against myself.

That's childish.

We can be anything, really.

Gays are no longer persecuted
in this country.

We live in an pluralist, open society.

That's why you're discontent.

The responsible citizen
is always discontent.

In this sense, your depression
is a sign of luxury.

You have to look at it that way.

Where are we actually going?

There's this new
ice-cream parlour.

While I wait, I can comfort my sore
soul with some consumption.

You're developing a sense of humour.
It suits you.

- What are you waiting for?
- Anger.

And what are you all waiting for?

Fourth floor.

AREN'T YOU HAPPY