The fastest award show ever.
‘Post-factual’ has become a familiar word; since ‘post-modernity’ this prefix has always been used to describe the end of an era. Exactly. We have already seen a number of award ceremonies — but none at the front door of our agency by ‘post’ (german for ‘mail’). Likewise, we have never been asked for a surname at an award ceremony or had to acknowledge receipt on a touch screen with our index finger.
Thus, we did not receive our latest award at a public event from a charming laudator with champagne breath, but from a nice young courier driver from FedEx. We would have liked to thank him, our customers, our colleagues and our family and to praise ourselves a little bit with a few words, but then the friendly young gentleman had already driven off the car park again and so fast that it whirled up the gravel in the driveway.
Well: Corona rules, of course. Award unpacked, placed in the row and ‘think ahead mode’: on!
