Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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moral aberration. It is a full body revolt against what one considers irredeemable. It does not seek debate or persuasion; it does not beg for validation. No, disgust operates in absolute certainties, and its ultimate expression is silence.

To say nothing, to refuse language itself, is an act of rejection so profound that it transcends mere disagreement. It is not passive. It is not indifferent. It is the deliberate withholding of acknowledgment, the declaration that words are wasted on what is beneath even contempt. It says; “Go fuck yourself,” better than saying it.

A person who feels such disgust does not need external affirmation. Their internal dialogue is enough to sustain their stance, feeding off observations, details, and the unbearable weight of knowing. Every twitch of their lips, every tightened muscle, every glance edged with disdain speaks louder than any sentence could.

But what fuels such absolute disgust? What compels a person to retreat into silence rather than spit their fury into the world?

Perhaps it is disappointment; an unbearable, corrosive disappointment in humanity. The realization that principles they once held dear are mocked, twisted, discarded by those who should uphold them. Perhaps it is betrayal; the stinging