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Hi, I´m with the media. Do you wanna buy blood, sex and violence?
I make a living out of it.
…and road holes of course.
That´s my living. Other people´s sufferings, that´s what I benefit, that´s what I leech from.
For one year now I work for this particular paper, facing the tough business of everyday media. Not the price-winning, world-changing feature-article. No: Sports-news, police stories, catastrophes. That´s my bread and butter.
If it bleeds, it leads.
One casualty in the city: Headline. 100 casualties in Africa: Not even a sentence. If there is an unarmed robbery, the story won´t make it to the top of the list. I am in need of dead bodies.
The other day I was thinking: What is going on in the minds of people that get robbed. What does one think looking in a barrel? For them this event is determining their future lifes. A massive experience. For me it´s just a who, what, when, where, why, and how. I crave for more.
A pit-bull shot by police means 50% more readers than an armed robbery on a tan studio, even with titty-photos. It doesn´t bother me. I couldn´t care less. Violence, murder and rape – out there – it´s just raw material to me. The clay of my work.
I am not on the search for truth. Nor am I looking for truthfulness (Wahrhaftigkeit).
I am a merchant of death.
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1 comment:
hmmm interesting statement. it actually makes quite good and valid claim about the nature of today without passing the ever so common judgement.
Thousands and thousands of animals dying millions, billions of years ago, are now our diamonds, and represent eternal love.
One fuck head, shoots some Joe in the face, and somehow you turn it into something everybody wants to read....
Why does shit always become Diamonds.
I need to cause more shit...we need more diamonds.
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