Deep Story #92 | getrübter Verstand | Roumex

Slowly our island adventure is nearing its end. The events which
happened there seem to confuse the protagonist and cloud his
mind. Would he still be able to adapt socially to the society
after this long period of solitude? How would he react to other
people? Would his dark side get the upper hand? You can find this
out in the new episode! And Roumex has made a soundtrack about
this uneasy vacillation between reality and madness. This duo has
just released their "Katharsis" EP on Kittball and their dark and
mysterious sound perfectly fits the tense situation on the island
and in the mind of the main character…


‘I arrived here, standing at the edge of the jungle, well hidden
from their eyes. I pushed two branches aside so that I could get
a better view of them. They were splashing and giggling, and
diving – naked - into the water of my ocean. She playfully pushed
his head under the water. He had, like in the theater, completely
exaggerated, gasping for air. He called her by the name of Linea.
His voice was firm and happy, echoing back from the rocks. The
ship, actually only a smallish yacht, rocked gently in the calm
waters of the bay. My body filled up with excitement. It felt
like small ants going up my limbs.
A little later they were lying in the sand. They enjoyed the
midday sun on my beach and held hands, exhausted from her love
game in the refreshing water. I heard their voices softly. A
storm raged inside my head. If I went back and hid in the forest,
they would never discover me. They just would sail away from
here. Somewhere in their happiness - and later misfortune - they
would keep the island as a blurry blissful memory. Without
knowing who was lurking in the woods. Without knowing that I was
hiding, behind the waving branches. Without knowing that they had
come so close to disaster until I pronounced my warning. I could
have stood up and proudly raised my head. As a representative of
the people, I would have opposed them. Again and again I repeated
Humboldt's words in my head, which have always fascinated me and
had become a real battle cry for me:


"The greatest man, therefore, is the one who represents the
concept of humanity in the highest strength and in the greatest
extent, and to judge a man means nothing other than to ask what
content he has given to mankind. What concept should one form of
humanity if it were the only pattern from which one could remove
it? "


But is a madman aware of his own madness? How could I be sure
this was still the case? And how could I be sure that I could
still trust my mind after the long, lonely months on my island…
?’