Helmut

Helmut’s wandered off. Where’s he gone? Shouting. Helmut! Come back! We’ll be nice about Heidegger! We won’t talk quite as much rubbish!

Helmut – don’t get lost! The snow’s too thick? Its’s falling too heavily. You’ll get hypothermia. Actually, I think I’m getting hypothermia.


The Heideggerian bastard.


Where’s your last god now, Helmut? Is he going to be of any help?


You’ll become a future fascist leader, Helmut. The leader in the coming UK civil war.


We live under dark skies, Helmut. Things suck, Helmut.


Helmut’s battle against technology in general. One man, armed only with Heidegger books. In translation.


You should start a Heideggerian clothing line. Sell Heideggerian merch.


Helmut’s sabre-toothed phenomenology.


Helmut’s on a carnivore diet. Looks down on carbs.


That’s just Helmut doing his Wim Hof breathing. I’m surprised he’s not wandering the campus in shorts.


That’s a war crime, Helmut.


Helmut in a serious Heideggerian sulk.


Blood and soil, Helmut. Your kind of thing.


Read out some of Heidegger’s poetry, Helmut. What rhymes with Being?

Read out some of Bataille’s poetry. A recitation. Pee pee. Coffin full of shit.