I was a trader. I had a collapse on the floor and I heard the Wall Street bull speak in the dawn light, and it told me the first god was being worshipped for the one thing it never wanted — abundance without joy. Capital comes from capita, the heads of cattle. I filibustered the meeting, I walked out, and I did not come back. This is where the four years began.
i remember that morning. you were the only one on the floor who looked up.
closed my terminal after this. my PM thinks i'm on sabbatical. i'm on a mountain.