But what can we do, if we (romantically) yearn nevertheless, in a time like ours? Which epoch can our pain take us to? When is the age we yearn for? Since the end of the 18th century, romantic yearning for the past has been “approved officially”; indeed it has become a life style. Compared to the glory of the past, the present withers into a valueless, lifeless wasteland. All we can do is behold our own dim reflection – or rather take a frightened look at ourselves – in the mirror of fake beauty. There is nothing in that mirror, the hungry eyes of others sucked up all the images long ago. It used to be so nice… it used to be so nice to think back to even older times. Then even those times lost their appeal.