July 9, 2016
Investing, always investing. The drollery of the need to contribute matches its expediency for wasting time, as time bends back for those who drive it into dog races at the end of day when the bell is about to clang, and the slips gear out for the open air. Then we might understand how buildings heave guts to expend all this vapid time doing nothing for a stranger's wealth. Always that. No way around it. The dog races are a gerbil wheel gone berserk. I am in that wheel. I am in its gears. I sweat the time bending back.