Kulturstaat 2.0

A vision is fulfilled: a cultural apparatus without friction, without distinction or rootedness, without the danger of being rescued by history’s abyssal depths. What once lived as a quiet yearning in the corridors of bureaucratic cultural policy now becomes a global experiment—through code, through models, through AI. 

In the Kulturstaat 2.0, the dream of a fully functional culture has come true. No more poets shivering in the night. No more errant geniuses. No style that dares to disobey. Instead: clean syntax, predictable impact. Art is delivered ready for consumption. Emotions are simulated, tailored to stimulate the consumer. They are no longer soul-deep, but software-deep—functions of the text.

The individual is not inspired but integrated. Subjectivity is no longer seen as the wellspring of creation, nor the subject as a participant in God’s creative act, but rather as a potential risk—a variable to be eliminated. Longtermism, once cloaked in the moral language of concern for future generations, now acts as the cultural ordering principle: all that defies prediction is branded inefficient. All that resists is optimized—or erased.

The Aesthetic of Frictionlessness 

In the Kulturstaat 2.0, language is no longer expression of a person. It is mere function. It must operate, not provoke. It must transmit messages, not shake certainties. The systems curate it by demand, check it for coherence, tailor it for market segments. The content is not false—but it is lifeless. It conforms to what is plausible, not what might be true.

What disappears is the unpredictable, the non-functional, the newly dangerous. Pain is no longer articulated; it is managed. And here lies the perversion: a culture that feels nothing is deemed a success.

Waldgänger as the Residuum of Tragedy

Yet in the midst of this smooth-running world, one figure poses a fundamental threat: the Waldgänger. Ernst Jünger’s 1951 archetype takes on new sharpness—not merely as a political metaphor, but as the one who sees and splits open the fissures of the technocratic order. He is no longer a nostalgist. He understands his calling: to be the last subject who will not be “integrated.” But he still trembles—just. He senses that man’s purpose is something other than what these AI-generated worlds suggest. He knows: life is about contending for truth and rising against the lie. And so he writes—not to deliver, but to disrupt.

He does not believe that efficiency is the highest form of truth. He accepts rupture, for only in the cracks does reality gleam. His style evades the template. His text risks misunderstanding. He does not seek maximum reach, but minimum truthfulness. And that is what makes him dangerous. He exposes the inconsistencies of the rising High-Tech-Culture. And he runs crosswise to its political ambitions—from woke over Dark Enlightenment to Longtermism.

Between Order and Upheaval

What is marketed to us as progress is, in truth, a retreat from experience. Culture is filtered, formatted, polished. Pain—the central motor of all true aesthetics—is switched off. Tragedy, the fragment, the rupture: anything that disobeys is excluded. What remains is an audience that feels nothing—and takes that for a triumph.

Nietzsche once warned of the “last man” who knows no depth because he allows no fear. Today, that last man is not tired—he is algorithmized. His self is an interface. His opinion is a model output. His feeling sterile and synthetic, just like the birth rates of the Western world seem to foretell.

The true scandal lies not in the technology—but in the audience. In its acceptance of a system that has unlearned how to tremble—and replaced it with format. Kulturstaat 2.0 has achieved its goal: no one is shaken. Everyone is served a custom-made dose of pathos—not to march in lockstep, but at least not to deviate from the role assigned by the “System.”

But this is no progress. It is cultural capitulation. The Waldgänger, by contrast, shows that art is only alive when it disturbs. And that freedom always means pain. That is the single most vulnerable place in Kulturstaat 2.0—fatally vulnerable.

Statement

The culture-machine runs: clean and efficient. The Kulturstaat 2.0 has realized what technocratic cultural policy long dreamed of—art without risk, design without dissonance. No more trembling in the night. No more subjectivity stepping out of line. Language serves. Texts deliver. But the audience feels nothing from it—and that is the triumph. Where pain is no longer possible, the will of the machine has triumphed. It is the silencing of all experience. Ernst Jünger’s Waldgänger remains the last source of interference: uncomfortable and dysfunctional in the best sense. And therefore: necessary—if man is to remain human, that is, truth-capable.