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WarFair4: The Day the Market(s) stood still…part one
Rogue-Citizen: Local Into The Abyss… Global-Citizen.

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WarFair4: The Day the Market(s) stood still…
Rogue-Citizen: Local
Into The Abyss… Global-Citizen.
M.Stow
Contents

  1. She.
  2. They.
  3. He.
  4. The Banker and The Clerk.
  5. The Accident & Emergency Department and Hospital Factory.
  6. The Wrecking-Ball.
    Part Two
  7. Titanic!
  8. Avatar.
  9. Cannon Fodder.
  10. Rent.
  11. Slaughter.
  12. Brute Justice
  13. Global-Den(i)Zen
    Also by M.Stow

If the man and the woman bear their fair share of work, they have a right to their fair share of all that is produced by all, and that share is enough to secure them well-being. What we proclaim is The Right to WellBeing: Well-Being for All! Pyotr Kropotkin (1842 – 1921) The Conquest of Bread; Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution.


  • The-train engine moved slowly out from the glass and steel raised slab of the new edge-of-Town main-line high-speed railway-platform, running alongside the banking blank back of high-street shops, and the station carpark, awaiting return.
    Into harvested-fields and open-grazed pastures below remaining precipitous pine-forest alongside planted poplar windbreak, solar and shielded, rail and river.
    Through the trees, the new days’ sun appeared, speared, blinking-awake burst through the carriage
    breaking beyond the blue grey staged and staggered, rolled and ranged. From the east-peaked, settling yelloworange onto the western-hills.
    Shadow-flanking purple-green valleys, and upcountry the grid-framed farmed plains, where the day
    was already begun. Grey-white steam lifted across a drying-up estuary. In thin rain spluttering over an elevated iron-riveted painted girder-bridge, built-on pillars of a deep-red local stone and brickwork, arched and breached.
    With the Suns’-rays the train rattled-on emergent, as through a fog over a beached river, onto the other-
    side of a ravenous gaping-gorge. Over-spilling through the outskirts of a more recently built-up ancient seaharbour and river port, and suburban edge-of-Town.
    High-Rise Housing-Project, Industrial-Units, Business-Park, and Shopping-Mall.
    Home-Furniture. Motor-Car showrooms. Salesrooms, cheap-hotel and motel linked razor-wire fenced,
    chained-in. A horse-paddock, gated and padlocked, adjacent to a blue-green to red-waiting train-crossing signal.
    Freight-Train, privileged-over passenger passaged prerogative thundering-by…
    Passenger Train trundling along for now, beside a chequered yellow and black no entry arterial hot
    tarroad weighted heavy and ever busy with ‘bus and coach, cycle and motor cycle. Car engine chassis and trailer, caravan motor-home articulated juggernaut vehicles, goods and stocks container shipments onboard.
    Onto and beneath the over-passing concrete-highway into, and out of Town.
    All traffic travelling with almost one accord: to-and-from galvanized corrugated iron-steel and zinc tin roved roofing, between brick and-cinderblock doorways, loading and unloading bays beneath open canopy entrance letter and number laser bar-coded, and secured. Offices air-extracting for the most-part to the outside world.
    Unseen as windowless between belching cooling-tower, pylon-linking electric-welding workshop
    engineering factory-crafted. Machined and handmade goods, food and furniture, packaged, warehoused, and shipped virtually to-and-from: The City Ports and Portals’ co-modifying in-return.
    Stockyards stacked-up and in-exchange goods&value-assured awaiting transport: to-and-from Home and Away…

Part One: The Day the Markets stood still…
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  1. She.
    ‘It is like living in a rabbit hutch’ She often said metaphorically, and He replied with a shrug, nothing
    to say in reply. It was; and it would take long enough to pay for. Four rooms. Eight-floors up, eight flights of long turning concrete rubbish chute and stairs, and fire escape, for when the elevators did not function anyway, which was often and took days sometimes to repair.
    A balcony open passageway at the front, looking over the street below, now starting to become busy
    with traffic. They had lived with his parents for a time, and then after they were married in a small rented flat in The City, before they needed to afford somewhere to live together, and to bring-up their two small children.
    Both saved, and with some financial help from a relative (deceased) they had managed to get this
    place. When the housing market was ‘buoyant’, and mortgages easy to get. The Home was bought with a loan, a promissory note, deposited and co-lateraled together with the home itself. They were afloat.
    Both worked to pay-off the loan, which although it was supposed to reduce each year did not seem ever to keep up with pay and prices.
    The loan would anyway be paid-off many times over if they were ever to pay off the debt. If this place was ever to become their own. If they managed to keep paying-off the loan for the ‘Shelter from the Storm’, as they called Home. That they did not actuarily now own, and may not ever, actually own, lose-lose. To sell-back at Market Price, the difference between the paid-back buying-price and selling-price, of which they would have lost completely to The Bank…The Mortgage Company.
    Their Home-Mortgage@rent-insurance their pension against dire poverty and homelessness.
    No social-recourse. and be homeless, to parents and over-crowding again, or with friends similarly fixed, sofa surfing. Their home, such as it was re-possessed.
    A two-bedroom apartment, she thought of: kitchen, lounge, shower-bathroom toilet and tiny balcony onto the world below, between them and the sky above.
    Each day, each month, and each successive year into the unthinkable future; two-thirds of two-lifetimes
    at least, two-thirds every month of what they were both paid in wages for work.
    She did the household accounts, and she knew.
    The Home. The Loan. Would have been paid for several times over by the time if ever it became theirs
    and The Childrens’; and perhaps even their Grandchildrens’, by the time the shared building was uninhabitable, demolished land let again, freehold, not…leasehold extended for bonus payment un-earned…
    Re-build in the new style, in a traditional place, or otherwise breaking into farmland and ocean
    beyond. But, that is the nature of the human animal, is it not?
    To do over, and be done over to again and again she thought: want more and more, for less and less
    and in the quiet mind wandering moment of pillared door, a room, a table, a bed let go and a bed sheet left behind ready to be buried with perhaps, as they did in the olden times shrouded as now by thin curtains pulledback.
    Each-Day: like a two-step forward, and backwards one-step…
    Home and Away.
    Worked to pay-off the loan on the house and to pay for and cook food, with bills and extras, clothes,
    and nights out, occasionally. Maybe once a month, or not at all.
    Then He had been laid-off work at The Bakery.
    Three-day-week and three day’s wages.
    The Home mortgage was re-negotiated and they continued struggling to pay-off the loan and other
    loans, credited and directly debited debt from what they both earned together.
    There was never an issue of who would earn more, and be the main breadwinner, they both earned
    more or less the same low wages as most the people who worked and they would do the most caring, of each other, and the children: the unpaid responsibilities shared around the home, and in the world of work.
    Shopping and holidays and other friends and family out there. All indebted, or in credit day2day.
    Week to week, month to next month, years, minute-by-minute.
    They were equal, without even having to think about it or confront societies and others’ false
    expectations of gender and families. They were equal in debt and credit, and supported each other’s frail and fragile egos with a natural equanimity respectful and loving…
    Each contributing their best and differently, in-differently to make the whole, whole.
    It’s not all doom and gloom She did often think, and he tried not to think on it. The homely
    claustrophobia only had to be relieved by going out. To the cinema, to a bar or restaurant. But that was not very often de-finitely now there were children as well.
    Sel-dom, did extras make their mark, clothes bought carefully a piece at a time, replacement rather
    than extravagance.
    The cupboards filled with groceries and emptied by the time the next weeks shopping is needed and the
    next weeks earnings already spent.
    She was awake, first this morning, and she got up from the bed on which he still lay awake but not yet awake enough to leave its’ nigh-time warmth. She went through to the next room. The bedroom led across the narrow-passage to the living room, which led directly to the tiny gallery kitchen and balcony on one side and door to the front room, on the other.
    Except it wasn’t the front-room, exactly only unlike the ‘front-room’ of her childhood playing on the
    street and door directly to the rugged ragged matted smell of cooking from the stone wall white-washed country kitchen. Upstairs two bedrooms, one on the gallery landing for the children, and a closet room to flush away with a basin of water from the kitchen sink and toilet into the slurry sump, where you could hear it ‘slurry’ all the way down, filtered to spray on fields all around; and, then back downstairs to replace the water from the kitchen tap or outside well.
    Pumped-up from the well, refilling the fired china clay bowl for washing and zinc-metal bucket, ready
    for the next use.
    Log grabbing toughened steel plasma cutters hydraulic ram chassis panel welded together. Expertly
    put together giant wheels axle brake.
    Pumping oil to cool the engines’ turbo diesel s carped grapple telescopic arms the claw car crusher
    mattress shredder then the skid board tracking carbon fibre e-road automobiles travelling solar panels, settled wind farming blades and wave machines generating heat&power.

Low-No-cost
Apparently, free.
At her first childhood home, bedtime children first, then the adults. Rats nested runs, beetles and
cockroaches were kept away by the domesticated cats and dogs that shared the yard and house with horses at the local stables for the carts and filed machinery; to ride, at week-end day-off, and many Holy Days.
Each week, several times into the market town for food supplies, and the children’s treats.
Their whole world a Living Market Place, of Work Trust and Play.
Now, great enclosed parked superstores and supermarkets and factory outlet warehouse. Where goods
are now transported she thought of: to&fro and by foot and horses’ hoofs carried and motor vehicle, train and massive tanker and container-ship electric like cutting through the air or the hydrogen&helium of outer-space a one metre flight through nothingness
Low-No-cost subscription no-way out.
From the docks and airport, at the city harbour hub humming away, remote yet directing everyday life, everywhere.
Exorbitant-Political
Business-Trips
Media: Holiday Passengers, and Freight Cargo.
The affordable flight, to get away from it all: a change; a necessary move, once in a while, and not
every year; but, to visit family here and there and elsewhere, or else you’d go stir-crazy.
Do a night-time flit, flip! leave the rent, the mortgage, un-paid.
Only, to otherwise keep on fighting for the bargains: cheap-est within budget, to get through to the next
day and the day after that.
When debts and fines could not be paid, the debt collector.
Bailiffs, The-Auctioneer: selling- off of the personal possessions; sometimes, on the Global Markets;
and then sold-out: the personal; and, public…
The laptop computer on-sleep and awakened, opened, placed on the table, booted-up and She blogged
instantaneously her-thoughts: We all need a roof over our heads…and to: put Food on the Table! without any other word or contextual continuity that did not remain obvious to this early morning.
Everyone, and anyone in the same and similar circumstances getting the same hastily tapped-out
messages excluding, those without tablet, home or food; and those with patently far too-much.
Those who had an Administration to do that for them.
And her thought continued in the context of the mindful moment and that which we all have to pay
extortionately for over and again even when the food is eaten and the crap washed away there remains a nasty stain, a nasty taste. Original wages sweated over day upon day, and loans ever in negative equity to who?
Them!
Extortionate debt-interest credit-profit and volatile prices, losses on last accounts records ever higher BINGO! and pay…ex-terminating…prices collapsed…looking up, and down again now, not in dejection, but circumspection against ever apparent possible failure, with desperate optimism, toward un-realistic perfectionism.
Only mechanized traffic building-up soon into a busy rush-hour congestion.
Cars and buses, bicycles, motorbike and motorized delivery truck from here, only another view. From
two-sides; and every side… the bedrooms along the passage corridor, the sleeping children slept, earlier peekedinto soundless in beautiful dream or dreamless seemingly startling worrying death-checked for breathing.
Crossing from night into daytime TV remotely automatically turned on, confirmation, that
life goes on…
The living-room she entered bore all the chatter and the silence of one who listens.
Still and safe, cosy and secure. The other rooms took over the emotions and needs: sleep and food, love and arguments. The central room, the central chamber, looked on and awaited eventual, almost inevitable, but never certain re-conciliation, and rest. Indulged-in social-(e) vents, noisy chatter and quiet evenings indoors. The furniture was adequate and filled the room. Table, chairs, television, a drawer and shelved cabinet standing against a wall, displaying various special icons; plastic flowers family photographs in frames, a portrait of a film star, or a print of a famous oil painting.
Ornaments, statuettes, figures of worship and of novelty. The furniture, the infrastructure, from the
livelihoods and eventually the roof over our heads…in over our heads heard as if originally spoken.
There were unopened envelopes and cajoling leaflet advertisement:
Kill your debts! Die debts!
she thought of letters and bills for payment, propped up behind a ticking clock. There was a picture postcard from someone-else’s holiday forming a picturesque frontage to hide the stack of demands for reply and payment which lay beyond.
She drew back the curtains and looked out of the window across the balcony, with its unflowering
plants growing in flower-pots. There was a real still rising mistiness outside from the early morning warming; and she gazed over an area where many lived, and it seemed to her, this morning, where they too just only lived
-out their lives: day to day, week to week, minute2minute…
They too thought to-themselves as she looked-out onto the dawn of a gradually opening new day that
the world must have always been this way.

  1. They.
    They had stayed together and with two little ones, one of each, girl and boy by the time they’re both about to be in school, they could not risk another to bring up, and the cost of it. They only hoped they would hold on to their jobs and worked hard. Difficult hours, and some days-off. When the rota’s didn’t workout for childcare, family or neighbours, parents now friends of the children’s nursey and school friends who lived conveniently nearby, the social network from the cradle to school to work to death grave.
    They had met when things were starting to get a bit tight, to get difficult again. Meaning the situation for most working families, for those looking for work and those in work things had not got any better; any easier, really.
    During the so-called Good-Times and both parents were needed in credit and debt, to work to keep the family going.
    Voluntary social-networks anti-social became all the more significant, to reciprocal Shared-Care and
    Circles of Support.
    With child and adult interaction social and meaningful, Shared-Lives.
    They had both kept their jobs in more or less ‘essential services’, although not without the job-cuts, never-the-less, ever the less, never the more, when things got difficult all a-round.
    When the Bakery Factory where He and Family worked, went on three-days week, and pay to match.
    He, had more time to be with the children, and helped the same with her awkward shiftwork at the garment factory, and later She at the hospital, for the Children, then training there, working there. he had done some building work on the odd-days, to fill-in.
    She had done some shop-work and garment-making before all the ‘Shop Jobs’ Retail’, were filled, and not-hiring. Not selling either. Queues at the cash-tills. To no-one at the field tills:filed for bankruptcy.
    They had moved to his folks in The City then: suburbs really, inner-urban, something-like-that. His mother had worked at The Old Mill and got her a job there; and then Him at The Bakers’ Factory, at the top of the road.
    When and where, the area they had moved to with Family and friendly neighbours nearby already there:
    People, their people…
    They had moved in together; and had kids.
    Social response to industrial tech-revolution generational confuse price/cost value to shareholders, themselves, pensions&Insurances lies broken-trust rent/profit free from well-being gross domestic product&notproduct money…
    HOME. Income2spend from the public/private capital banks channelling opportunities liberal physiocrats benevolent zillionaires…
    Steady. Family Equity Capital Communally taken as given and worked harder for more, less hard for less, but none less than the Universal Domestic Income.
    His father’s family had been transient, transitory migrant millers, wheat and grain, before that, gypsies, owned business.
    Machinery, finding digging the wells, water, oil from the oil swamp, brick building and tarmac road, growing taking fruits and nuts from the side of vegetable and allotment gardens.
    Did well.
    Moving around farm to farm, funnily enough she thought like Business-People nowadays do… Looking across the roads, below, leading to The City. To: The Airport to visit: Sales-People: to the Re-tail
    Outlets.
    Shops in the World: in other words: Big Business Commuting by-airplane as They might, if They could afford to.
    To: go on Holiday. Abroad. They, to meet Clients Meetings’ here and there and everywhere. Cities all
    over, to do deals on a massive Global-Scale, then worth millions, now worth billions and trillions quadrillions of whatever the currency.
    Sometimes-dealing, unevenly, unbalanced, in the local and World currencies themselves exponentially
    they marked an inverse ever increasing and decreasing rate of ex-change.
    They took on a Shop.
    Family-Bank loan to rent and stock and share. In the past when the work dried-up, landfill, polluted
    wells and rivers and seas and Oceans.
    His Gypsy ‘family ‘moved along’ as they were constantly told.
    Or, stayed with their stores.
    Shares of the crops of the fields, and water, natural and free from the clean water-well waited, looked-
    for different and more labour…
    She thought of them, then her own family, and His. Out of work, they always found something. Fed themselves from gardens and small farmyards. When the work was finished, they moved on. When the Great-
    Corporate moved-in, took over, sold-off Master-Slavery Corporate-style.
    Along the roads and waterways, they, her family, had a farm in the countryside for a while, and the
    parents, lived there. Hers. Through the Industrial now Techno-Future: The Soul of The City. Only, tumultuous-
    Towns and vicious-Villages.
    Across the River, across the tram tracks, and railway, by the station. The Heart of the City.
    Just beyond The Financial-Quarter.
    Settling-in. The-City. Walled and castellated.
    Transport and Trade-hub and thronged and His parents self-employed, their own bosses; contractors,
    worked-out on the Building Sites of Towering Sky-Scrapers lining The River and lit-up, from the Sun, flags in the wind.
    Her-Family. Employed, not their own boss.
    Both, as themselves, on some land, renting, from they pay.
    Then, they…
    He and She eventually, buying:
    Home-Owners, now. Investors in their own future, and their children’s children, and their’s owned, in
    return.
    Like The Home-property itself, capable of being, and being dis-owned. And, not strictly speaking owned anyway.

But, for the Mortgage Home Owners Corporations and Companies, and now indebted to.

The-Bank(s). Building and Maintenance Trades. Education, Social-Care and Good-Health first…
taxied to meetings and desks. HomeWork Out-and-Out working:
Home-Owners and Private and Publicly Rented-Sector:
Community Housing-Association(s) and:
Gig: Market-Economy: #1%. To: 9%. To: 90% self-Employed advertising tax-paying costs and prices up and down depending on what side of the Power-Play had been Won.
Every second milli-second playing in relation(s) to each other… dead.
Next. FCUK.
Call…

Soon the television was blaring as usual in the morning. In the main room that was empty again for the moment, and beyond where she was now dressing hurriedly, and he was brushing his hair frantically.
There was the noise of children getting washed and dressed, with incessant commentary and conversation to each other, and any other, or just to themselves.
To each other a one-way argument. Older to younger incited over some triviality, shouted back in frustration. At that point the only-game-in-town, and to be fought-out until one of them is crying, and the other shouting-the-odds; before calm is brought.
Evens by one or other parent, supervising, managing, supposedly, to each-other, at least while they all got ready for work, school and pre-school nursery. The sound of the kettle screaming on the kitchen cooker; and television advertisements conveying to deaf ears, and blind eyes, but perhaps receptive memory:
‘The Best in the World’; Or:
‘Longer-lasting’ or whatever the dubious selling point perhaps to be unconsciously recalled later that day, at the supermarket.
At present they seemed to be of no avail, both rushed to get the children to school, and themselves out to work. To earn the pay that would pay the prices at the Super-Market later that day:
‘Where is my shirt?’ he called:
‘Where you last put it!’ she retorted as She entered the living room. She found her shoes under a chair and stopped in front of the television. The networked advertisements ended and the programme returned to the main story of the day:
‘Today there is no money to pay share dividends, or to buy shares with…’
She flicked a channel and got:
‘Group and individual share prices have collapsed or become so high that they have become worthless:
confidence has collapsed, debt un-diminished…’
‘Price increases have been blamed. Increases in pay and pensions have been blamed. Increases in
Business-
Bank Personal-Investment interest-rates and maximizing profit-levels at any cost, have been blam(ed.)
Each of these has pushed share prices ever upwards. As cost and share prices and shop prices overtake the customers’… ability to pay and the ability to pay, pushes prices-up and/or pay-down…’
‘Not pay-up&prices down then?’
< >Profit margins narrowed > Man-Date. Re-captured only by increases in:
‘EARNINGS!’
‘Income…earned?’
‘Cost-Price.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Interest rates on banking and other loans, have pushed share prices up even further on costs and price…’ and a view passed across the screen to locked Factory-Gates and closed down Hospital corridor(s0)…
De-fence: Air: Ports and Sea and Land-Borders: closed to traffic or trade. It did not seem too bad, or even unusual: the Television Experts and announcers liked to make a big deal out of anything She thought: it was their jobs after all. The pictures shifting shift(ed.) to City Office-Buildings.
Steeled glass to the very Sky! that only a few were being allowed into; and then to the squares and circus’s around Town and City Centres. All over the globe, all the streets and roads and highways leading there. A TV reporter turned away from the camera, and let the scene, somewhere else: could be anywhere else, speak for itself. In the kitchen radio-reports followed from the stock-markets around the world:
‘Tokyo Nikkei Shanghai Shenzhen Hang Seng Bangkok: Dubai-Delhi: Bombay: Carib. Africa-
Saudi-UAE: Israel and Egyptian Stock Exchanges…’
‘RTS Moscow Deutche Frankfurt Cape Town London… and Canada Stock Exchanges: New York Wall Street and Rio…’
‘Iran-Dubai: Trading-Port for Oil&Money:
Defensive-position(s): Buenos Aires to Lima…’
‘China to Venezuela and Bolivia. Bots-Wana to Brazil:’
‘JSE Securities Nairobi and Nigerian, and Sydney…
Stock-Exchanges…’ as she went to look for tea-bags. He got the cups out and put some bread under the grill to toast. As the cups were emptied and the door was opened to go out…
The Stock-Market Reports, were interrupted by the radio-announcer: ‘We have heard in the last few minutes that The International Conference of Governments and World Banks meeting in Geneva are to make statements, at midday mean-time, on the current state of financial affairs across the globe. The Economic Crisis’ around the world…’ They stopped and looked at each other as they heard the announcement:
‘What will they come up with this time I wonder? She asked aloud to him and to the radio speaker, and as she went to the bathroom door:
‘Come on you two!’ to the children, and to him in the same breath:
‘What time are you finishing today?’
‘On Lates!’ his reply; with a shrug, noticed, as she said:
‘I’ll have to clock off early then, get a re-placement:’ and She thought, another opportunity to sack me, but if school finishes before work what are we supposed to do?
‘I’m taking them in, anyway!’ he called.
‘I know!’, she replied:
‘We will have to go to the SuperMarket tonight.’ added knowingly: a reluctant necessity when it came to it:
‘Or tomorrow anyway.’ as she kissed him on the lips, quickly, tantalizingly, knowingly this weekly and often daily shopping trip is what they did all this for.
Along with the mortgage-rent and love of their family and children smiling he went out of the door, onto the communal hallway:
‘Another financial crisis!’
He called out, with more than a note of sarcasm, which did not need any reply, other than a disinterested:
‘Is there?’
She went back inside the living room, and went to turn the television off, as the announcement of the impending declaration from government leaders and world banks were being repeated:
‘Won’t make any difference!’ She shouted over the noise of the television: ‘…never does!’

She left the house soon afterwards.

  1. He.
    He took the stairs with the children, two-at-a-time one in a pushchair, the other just learning to walk, and they headed off together for The Corner Shop.
    Turning at the top of the road, pushing the baby buggy uphill, the as if unmade pavement now, in disrepair; showing, the lack of maintenance through the good times, as well as the now financial recession, austeredesperate times. Telling The Walker (as He and She said to each other in jest the children laughed at that…) but the Child no-longer holding on to the buggy called-out to:
    ‘Hold on to the buggy’ answering the constant questions:
    ‘What is this?’, and: ‘What is that?’ at the same time and having to say:
    ‘Be careful!’ every second, and:
    ‘Stop! making me have to say:
    ‘Be Careful’ every second!’ and they giggling together, at what, he knew not what.
    Not even imagining a time when he and she would not be going to work, and the-children to school and nursery, then keeping them in Our-Dotage: going to pick-up the fallen. Walking running-off child, grabbing the perambulator again, and continued walking on at the road:
    ‘Do Not Walk!’ then:
    ‘Do Not Run!
    The walking child only hearing the last word as usual:
    ‘Walk!’; and wondering what all the shouting was about, and running:
    ‘Stop! at the edge!’ hearing all the words this time: thoughtfully:
    ‘O.K?’ then:
    ‘O.K.!’ trying out these new words heard from them and at school.
    ‘Stop!’ and stopping in the middle of the pedestrian pavement.
    To get collided into and rolling on the ground giggling in the middle of the road?! getting up and running off laughing, looking backwards,
    ‘STOP!’
    at the corner, turning into the next junction:
    ‘Stop! at the Road! Kerb. Pav(e)ment…’ He catching up, pushing the pushchair ahead, the walker hanging on, over the kerb and into the road. Looking both ways, and then both ways again. Then back again, one last way this time: too quickly…going to Run! the way the traffic was headed, moving slowly, one car stopped, and a polite hand to let them across, to a wave returned.
    Watching-out, for all three; and to the oncoming traffic split by traffic lights commanding: Stop, Start, or
    Pause…to the other side safety to the other kerb:
    ‘Walk!’ Children chasing on ahead to The Corner Shop. The ‘little-one’ in the buggy trying to get out to follow, shouting, and pointing with one, then both index-fingers, toward the road:
    ‘Taxi!’ swiveling around almost falling-out.
    Pointing, ahead:
    ‘Taxi-Bus!’ the other returning, giggling:
    ‘A Taxi!’ correcting POSHish country teacherly voice and then at they passed the Shop pleading verbally and non-verbally tugging and whining for sugary sweets:
    ‘Helicopter!’ shouted-heat camera-singing and pointing and swiveling around again:
    ‘The-Corner-Shop!’ the other:
    ‘Sweets!’ categorically usually not until they came home from school and nursery.
    Even then only some days, and if they had been good at school or nursery. But always worth a try…. pointing jumping up-and-down, on the buggy the other falling out, buckles unbuckled, by the older one:
    ‘As long as you behave yourselves today, and they’re not too-bad for your teeth, and you clean your teeth!’ they knew that.
    Giggling both, all the more, at some reference only they knew.
    To the words, the noises, and the tone of voice, the bedtime:
    ‘Clean your teeth!’ pause:
    ‘Properly!!’ The older-one repeated, and they went into more fits of giggles into the Newsagent-comegrocers and confectionary shop and sometime tobacco cigarette and alcohol licensed off-licence.
    Where He, and She, and They stopped each morning, for bread, or a newspaper.
    On the way to Nursery and School, when it was His turn, always the possibility of both mythical and real: sweets, as well.
    As they crashed through the door the older one getting deliberately, or so it seemed in the way of the baby-buggy, asserting rights over the other smaller and weaker and re-leased both leaning up at the shop counter not unusually, but always predictably in the morning rush with so many other things to think about the only thought, unable to think about anything-else:
    ‘Children! Shopping tonight?’
    ‘Newspaper?’
    ‘Teeth rotting Sweeties?’
    The buggy almost tipped over in the raucous, the older one falling over the younger, strapped in, strained at the straps, snapping painfully back.
    Letting out an ear-piercing yell. The Older-One: still giggling, until the younger lashed-out as only younger siblings know how too and the older one let out a Yell! then a Scream! apparently exaggerated explication of pain from both now and claims of unfairness idiot stooooooopPID! etc.
    ‘Come-on you’re the Older One, you should know better! Do you have to have to fight and argue over everything! No sweets!’ and then he knew, as soon as He said that that he was A Beaten Man.
    A yet louder exclamation set up. While the younger looking on in glee, quieted and puzzled, twisted turned looking upwards to The Father; for some resolution to the questioning plea and fell out of the buggy, unbuckled:
    ‘Me a’ well?’
    Looking up from the floor, the older standing and going to stamp on the younger, smiling sweetly now, the other sprawled on the floor as if felled:
    ‘Smiling Assassin!’
    He called-out from the front of the shop, in reference to the older child, and to
    The Shopkeeper who was stacking shelves from remaining stock. He, holding-up the regular National
    Newspaper, the Shopkeeper called:
    ‘Blind-Assassin(s):’ looking at the newspaper on the counter-pane:
    ‘Botched Act-of-Terror! State-sponsored!’
    ‘Dumb. The Markets…’
    ‘I know. Heard. You may as well keep that…’ to the loose change being handed over the counter:
    ‘…it will be like one of those Free-Ones!’ hearing, and not listened-to until later, scanning the headline:
    WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! the money left on the shop-counter chuckling when the remark realised:
    ‘No, I got it!’ minding: The Children who were not fighting but pretending to steal, sweets, not knowing any better yet, knowing better; laughing, and looking obvious.
    The Shopkeeper bagged and handed over most of what it was they-wanted, pointed at with shrill voices
    still:
    ‘There you are, for later…your Dads’ change!’ the customary sweet as-a gift now in-change sometimes anyway for a small note passed across the counter.
    From the father and then the Shopkeeper to them and then him:
    ‘Daddy keep sweets…for later.’
    The Children looking pleased, and anxious-also, that they too might have to ‘keep it for later’ with only the then conditional:
    ‘And only if you are Good today!’
    The emotional and ethical merged into puzzlement. Sweets given to the Father patiently waiting to get off to nursery, school, and work. Again consternation, put-on, by the older child, to the younger. Pouting, dropped lower-lip.
    Acting-out, pretending, face pulling. Puzzled at and copied by the younger. Both suddenly laughing at this, and between themselves at something they did not really know what it was to be Good or: All-Day or how, or what it was, to attain this.
  2. The Banker and The Clerk.
    The investment merchant-Banker sat-back, and glanced across at the administrative accounts’-Clerk, sat in the opposite seat, a fixed-table between travelling on this same-train same-time, same-carriage.
    For the-Clerk the same-seat, if that or any other was to be had amongst the everyday commuters seated and a few standings, today, usually crammed-in each weekday, early-morning into The City.
    For the-Banker, this day too-early for the usual-reservation. With, or today without, waiter-served breakfast, or a free-morning newspaper. Only those freely given-away and piled-up in the station forecourt to be taken-away. That had to be paid-for anyway by publicising the latest model and version, and most reasonablypriced. Like copies of The Big Issue sold-on by Homeless-people in Metropolis’ around the world: no such thing as a free-lunch the-Banker reasoned.
    First-Class: The Financial-Newspaper paid-for anyway by The Railway Company: Public-Private Infra-
    Structure: ticket-seated and breakfasted comfortably with:
    The-Financial Newspaper at massively discounted market-rate or cost-price freely as-advertising encouraging in-someway paid-for, and for: returns…on-credit.
    The Newspaper could be easily afforded, anyway. Today’s loss-leader, tomorrow’s winner paid-for upfront from the station kiosk, day upon day.
    The Newspapers Times In-Corporate-Investment: at-least knowingly borrowed-on:perma-Credit: Merit: StaffCost(s): paid-off and on continuing steady-sales to be recouped; shorted:
    Shorting bets on wall st etc stocks doesn’t matter whate currency against currency cost-price selling change:
    35:00 change :43 etc. supply-demand delivery
    daily, and long-term investment…achieved…pay-back:
    Today, The Newspaper not given-away with the extortionately and exclusively permissive over-priced pass paid-for this day into the City’ Stock-Exchanges and Financial-Markets. Staff-costs (some) and paper and inks (none) included free magazine as affecting the World, obviously.
    The Annual-Executive rail-ticket paid-for, whether used or-not.
    This day the first train out and apparently all carriages only Standard-class available.
    A single First-class carriage was filled-up quickly by anyone who had a ticket and conceivably some who did-not: there were no-tickets being checked or paid-for apparently the barriers left-open and inviting all-
    comers…
    For the-Banker, for another-time that morning, something mildly, now-seconded, and markedly unusual. The earlier, when the radio alarm-clock had switched-on routinely with the early-morning fishing, farming, road, and rail conditions.
    Airline and shipping delays, arrivals, and departures, and speculative forecasts: weather-reports, from around the world, local, and global, political-economic and media-news: with the previous-nights’ closing market-prices from around The World…there had been developments overnight, that needed attending-to.
    From the emptying platform, the-Banker and the-Clerk boarded the train together more or less equal. The-Clerk with a Free advertising-Newspaper and headphones, plugged-in to a mobile Media-Centre. TheBanker with a bought-copy of The Financial-Newspaper from the trains’ limited half-empty double-decker, food and drinks re-freshments’ trolley.
    Having taken the first seat-available in the nearest Standard-Class compartment coupled with a foulstench reeking drain-leaking latrine literally retching between the brown and grey-green patterned seats along the narrow aisle way, the-Banker waving the newspaper ahead as if to clear-the-air.
    Un-wavering when shunted across by the next-passenger inline, to the only vacant window-seat glanced across-to and sedentarily leaned-forward across the table between them and asked of the-Clerk, already sat down-opposite:
    ‘So, what do you make of it all then…?’ in the customary easy clear voice of one-born with the interrogative confidence of swift appraisal.
    As in-stantly as-if mysteriously-accusatory…as if with some felt need for validation-test; violentvalediction, justification, testimony, guilt?
    Even before any evidential fact, or fiction?
    With a self and other-deceiving finality, justifying, with instant-conviction…but of who? By whom? Despite the original opening-question, it seemed as if with no real right-of-reply. The initial conversationalquestion asked as if intended not to be replied-to or any other-mindedly mitigating circumstances or anyanswer-at all, particularly, or generally, listened-to.
    Or so the younger-Clerk surprised to be spoken-to then considered: perhaps like a nurture-nature kind
    of thing? Possibly a-Plebeian enquiry? Selected-standard flagged with no-probation the-Clerk decided: more likely a command, to make something of IT, and to-be-taken-notice-of.
    Notice-given of anyway disregarding of the possibly-paranoid maniacal rhetorical-answer awaited, or
    not, by either, or Both, regardless of the-Other: The subtler -Inquisitor? The Quicker to-the- Draw? BanditQueen?
    The original-recipient by-assumption looking-up from a streaming mobile smart-phone camera and videogames-console: USB-4slot-machine…game: WarFair4.com downloading…
    PER (personal electronic reader)/de-pocketed-information-recorded singularly removing the ear-phone microphone-socketed-lead off-line searching for the source of the mildly-irritating openly questive-words’ spoken re-corded electron positron negative neutral proton-core still as directly-to, or so it seemed to the-Clerk, in almost immediate reply:
    ‘Don’t know what to make of what?’ then:
    ‘Senseless.’ as to The-Banker as to The Newspaper headline shaken-out, the whole carriage could now view. The-Banker sat-back purposefully, purportedly, and provocatively, to-unfold The Financial-Newspaper with the headline outermost, upper-most: WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! and seen again that photograph taking up the whole of the rest of the grey-top printed front-page remaindered, pictured in the minds’ eye…
    Now, turned inside-out and with a staring squeezed blink of the eyes, fumbled as if in a freak storm, a blown umbrella, quickly folded-away.
    To the-Clerk: hung-out to dry: having seen earlier the front-page photograph, and one-liner top headed: WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! re-conceived on-line connected…down-loaded and updating second to second milli-second, minute-to-minute mobile-version uploading freely…with- advertising:optional: Freeview choice fee-skipping…
    The-Clerk looking-down and into the same recently concealed picture, and slowly re-storing from browsing-history, as accurately acutely-historically as-depicted. As veritably verifiably un-faked updated untampered-with: mobile cell-phone-photographed syndicated and World-Wide-Web: networked-scene: as at the end of the previous day: the-City: stocks and bonds’ markets as then as now: seen news-printed and pictured from the evening before: a litter-strewn like old ticker-tape across The Merchant Bank Trading-Room floor.
    Forsaken, and an unforgiving-blankly waiting-screen strap-line banded:
    Markets Closed. Markets Closed. Markets Closed…the single-slogan as about to go up or down was not possible to tell diagonally.
    From one corner of the screen to the other perhaps tangentially-to slip-backwards flickering erratically across continuously stuttering…across perhaps, another:
    Markets Closed. Only-slightly blurred from the-top aloft above, or below, the perfect: the-normal midway (i)deally positioned not at the-extreme outer-fielded or even ever truly evenly-centred: but as inside-out and now, as stilled.
    As then, as now: as if no-longer exciting or existent now, as if no-longer exc(i)(t)(ed.) as of now, and then, no-longer anymore. Un-changing exchange…in-flexibility flexibility(y)ies…
    Ever more exchanged until stopped perfectly still in its tracks, nowhere at all.
    Except: now, there: only as stop-framed time-up: bleeped…
    Cinematographically stilled, to be recorded, and repeated any movement as any-moment only impendent… In the-cloud…independently that bold bland statement on-hold flickering nonetheless-memorific ally fuzzily held in-abeyance:
    Markets Closed. shimmering-pixelated grid-table mapping diagrammatic…a flickering…
    A coming-together. As a vertiginous horizontally remote-geometrically sited as a new dawn held rising, over the Worlds’-Edge. The-Cityscape-skyline…diverting…
    >Banking-details…scans scams threateningly un-throated un-declared-bribery and corruption and fraud on-consultancy and management-only commission-contracts hostaged hi-jacking debt-ransoming-deals projected unfounded confidence evidence?
    Optimism, pessimistically keeping quiet: the-private/public purse: tax-dodging as if this would be enough to boost-real confidence on-fixed and unfixed violin-fiddling burning-figures re-vealed: > Weaknesses:… Strengths and:… sub-titling screen-fantasy theme: distinctive emblematiccorporate-creations: dis-owning any real-identity or real-personality patched-together buffer-zone: video-text typeset: cast-role freely-played-ambiguously between Good-and-Evil.
    Between:
    ‘O.K.?’ and not too-bad.
    ‘One -price and another and downright-incorrectly dis-honestly and non-rightly irresponsibly:
    stealing: sealing The-Deal: Generic-key: Designer-rip-off: online:
    Dialogued. Options: with-structure and series arcade-style deviation from the normal… too complex-to-

control, if at all cutting-edge cut:

         >To: the Cit(y)ies: How We Live: Where and between each-other: with people we look like who we think looks like ourselves, we ghettoize whether in the City or Countryside families living close or close to close to until they, we feel less, or more, than 20-25% until we feel uncomfortable threatened or angry. Then, we move, or we move, anyway, somewhere with a higher perceived proportion, as ourselves. Through the wall(s): the closest neighbour family and friendship(s) solar-sailing and re-turning daily 

Community-Street: weekly, monthly, and for years on-end for Many Millennia on the Globe.
Between the Sun and Moon: Lunar drawing-onto
Land and into the Skies. Dinosaurus Birds and:
‘Space-Red: Sea-Monster.’
‘Mean Green-Blue-Oceanic:’
‘Technological and Fiscal ex-pan(s)(i)on…’
‘Printing-Money…’ screen-pixelated:
‘Stamping-Feet? Perhaps, bringing the-City down?’ The-Country? Whole-Continent(s): like amoeba bacteria cytoplasm lichen on the surface…
Into the air and space-breathing-Glaciers below:
‘Iced-up Market(s)…’
‘Military Lockdown.’
‘Not this time.’
‘Invaded! Co-Lateral!! Being brought-down! Regime-change…’
‘Financial-Pricing Systematic Monetarist: The-World!’ ethno-linguistically gender and cultural-ability driven:
‘Merit-(o) Crass. Us! Plut(0)cracies!!!’
‘Crap You.’
‘Dictatorship! Of-You?’
‘Of: The Proletariat?’
‘Eradicate-Poverty?’
‘Eradicate the-Gentry?’
‘Eat-The-Rich.’
‘Socialist-Dictatorship?’
‘Free-Trade Monopolyies? Eat Social-Democracyies…’
‘Re-publican…’
‘Communist: Individual Wealth Gap (I W G):’ nonetheless…
‘Democracy…Capitalist: Wealth-Gap. Don’t you get it?’
‘I Get IT. Dictatorship over a Minority. Monopolyies. All Minorities one-way or another…’
‘First past the post.’
‘Then?’
‘There to stay. Familial. Monarchial-Presidential:’
‘Voted-for?’
‘Rigged!’
‘Ballot or Bullet@?’
‘Any family alive?’
Dictatorship for the Proletariat.
Of the Soviet Military Bureaucrat Bloc.
China. 5G U.S. Eyes in the Sky.
‘Smart-Plane…’
‘Drones everywhere.’
‘Everywhere.’
‘Solar-Wind. Buy-Out?’
‘Good-tactics? Buy-in? Global? Know of Any?’
‘What?’
‘Tactics? Civilization? Rule of Law?’
‘A good idea…but…’
‘But what?’
‘Brought-down!’
‘Bought-up!’
‘Bought out!’
‘By? Who? Why? Grotesque Over:(I)nvestment: GOB: (i)n:’
‘Commercial and Re-sidential: sold-as: Leisure-Property: Port-Folio (LPPF):…’
‘Strategically-falsely promoted tactics…’
‘Dot-Comms….’
‘Buildings…’
‘Land. And destroying…
‘Forest-Funding’ by incomprehensible debt-instrument…
‘The-Peoples’ ourselves?’
‘Governments?’
‘Governance. Disabling Misogynist-Paternalistic Sovereign Presidential. Familial Big-Business!’
‘Areas of Expertise (AoE) Core in-Corporation(s):’
‘GAS-OIL! Funding-Investment. Growth!’
‘Banks’ false fake-growth.’
‘Too-quickly…’
‘Too-slowly…’
‘To get-out.’
‘Or not at all? Now?’
‘Corporate-Greed. Fraud. Corruption…’
‘Sexploitation with violence-in-defence…’
‘Fences….’
‘Borders…’
‘Corrupted con-merchant(s)…’
‘Attacking:’
‘Consumer-Choice!’
‘Monopolies’ spent on Family Charity Big-Projects…’
‘Infra-Structure?’
‘Energy?’
‘Perhaps the-Price of Civilisation?’
‘Librar(y)ies?
‘Charity.’
‘Bringing in the good(s).’
‘Taking-out more-like…’
‘Buy-low. Sell-High:…’
‘Of-course. Buy-High…’
‘Build-on…’
‘Sell-Low?’
‘Sell-Out?’
Bought-Off. Hostage to Fortune(s)…
City-Skyline.
Same as it’s ever been…
Bringing in the-Harvest…
‘Or-not…’
‘Global-failure:
‘Fear-of?’
‘F. Off! Declaring: Price-War! Hiked Interest-Rate(s): for Currency-Exchange:’
‘Far-Out: Off-Goods and Services: hitched un-hinged: Trade-Wars! list…’
‘EuroCentric: Imperial/Colonialisation…’ seriously conscionable:
‘US:UN: China-Russe-Euro: BrISA-Crisis…’
‘Brexit Pound-PIGS. Farming. Industrial and Servicing: Development Bank(s): Everywhere. Asia Africa and the southern Americas to Mexico-City. Language(s):? Indo-European: Asia-Europe: Global-failure bailed-out: UK/USA. Of the Money-Banking System this-time@Money-Go-Round(MGR) fun(i)mation:
‘Bubbles?’
‘Media?’
‘Double-Bubble of everything, triple.’
‘Your-Own?’
‘Triplicate, now…’
‘Quadratic…The Great North-Sea Arctic-Circle saw nothing like this!’
‘Gas and Oil. Seas…
and Ocean(s). Desert Fresh-Water: underground: Plastic(s): Pipeline…whole-Villages disappear(ed.)!!! Methane-burst!
CO2. Hydro-Global!’
‘Of-Course! Metals and Minerals mined from the poorest to the Richest listed-value back to the
Various National Royal -Elites’ money peasant-food and gadgets cheaply-made heavily over-priced :Solar- Wind Nuclear
Free! Health&Social-Care! (I)nnovation -profit to re-peat endlessly digitally value and cost: Europe and across South/North America…Stitching-up the Globe!’
‘Making…’
‘Fortunes!!! How?’
‘What?’
‘Trade? How? Trainers? Children’s athletic shoe-school in Cambodia and Bangla-Desh, Pakistan…’
‘Western-Afghanistan and …
‘Arab-Africa?’
‘Back to that?’ they knew what was happening in that village. The Army Commander and NCO ordered to surround the village to catch and question any escapers…to find out if the Free Independence Army had taken control or not. The Revolutionary Guards guerrilla from within shut the People up in huts and threw in hand-grenade and set fire to the huts. It was almost as an act of mercy, unavoidable, and yet this revelation:
‘This RE-volution!’
Liquidated by the National-Colonial Army…gang-raping and shooting: male and female shamed breasts and limbs hacked-off punishment:
Saudi-U.S.A.
China-Japan
South America
Indonesian Capital-Punishment:
‘Got away with Murder!’
Sri-Lanka Bharat Euro-Russe Australian
African Apocalypse:
‘Land and more besides: Desert and Caucasian-Mountains…’
‘Irani and Iraqi and Syrian Desserts Food-Crisis Humanitarian.’
‘Climate-Change: Crisis.’
‘Drought. ‘Flood.’polar equatorial: rivering to the Planets’ tune roadways and railways, underground and into Vacuum-Space! Flooded Earth too…’
‘Equatorial Oceanic-Ice and Sand: Shale.’
‘POGS: PlasticOilGasSilicon Salt and building Sand…’
‘Metal-Pipeline(s):…’
‘Clean-Water: Gas. Oil. Monetised:’ moaned…
‘Digital: Macro-Economics for: Outright-Profit.’
‘Max. of: The People?’
‘Minority-Dictatorship of the Elite:’
‘Workers’ Class?’
‘Military.’
‘Businesses:’
‘Bureaucratic.’
‘Anti-Trust?
‘Party. Monopoly-Capitalism Government every sector 5^6 including (i)nvestment Merchant-
Trade Banking: loans to the shops and factories and into peoples’
(I)n-Corporations…
Homestead-1
Government Nationalistic
Exceptionalism
Corporations (GNECs): Characteristic(s): New-Era: Global: five and six…
‘At seven billions…’
‘Now?’
‘Plastic. Over-All:Sector Energy and Material Goods…’
‘All-Over sector. Stocked and Stored.’
‘Shared?’
‘Bought and Sold? Fixed far-ahead: Registered-Bank(s): As-if…’
‘Bonus on top of that! Paying no-Taxes.’
‘None-seen.’
‘Who pays Taxes? Offshore Banking Business OBB)?’
‘Share-Holders…Peoples’ Infra-Structure:’
‘Their-Customer-Base?’
‘Worker(s)-Peoples’ Beneficent Practical: (I)n-vestment-Future(s)…’
‘(B(I)F(s): P(Id.)S(s)(i) Poor?’
‘RE-In-surance? Personal Pension Investment income? Savings?’
‘Mis-sold of course. None. Zilch. Sweet FA. All: HiStory! Herstory@Secured@Profit: at any Cost?’
‘Subscribed regular-income? Outgoings…un-Secured?’
‘Privately-secretive private-ownership of the means-of-production.’
‘Private-Property by Capital-Accumulation National Securityies Bureau.’
‘Laws vague and wide ranging…’
‘Cloudy weather? Re-Investment? Re-Insurance?’ bundled-risk:
‘Pension?’
‘Pissing-me? Pissing-down!’
‘Crapping-away! Now!’
‘Scrapping? Cashing-in?’
‘Scraping Welfare-Taxes?’
‘If You’re the Rogue-Revenue? I don’t owe…’
‘Revenue? Police and Thieves?’
‘Riot For Food?’
‘No!’ Low Social Mobility (LCM). As: 4&against:
‘High Social Mobility? Where?’
‘Anywhere!’
‘No-Where! Fiscal-War crimes top2toe!’
‘Lowest: poor and homeless…race&gender:’
‘Elitist Familial Sovereign-City: Nation:State: less…’
Coastal&Inland. Border-Town(s): piss-poor: apart from: Tourism: Guide:
Taxes and fund(i)ng(s): supports taken(a)way: online: Social-Structure:
Austerity-Bubble burst gave-up all its’ gains draining-away…
Profit/Losses from last-year’s profit-invested research&Development.

Losses only on last year’s outrageous profits@Tech. screen(s): enmityies

Private-Equit(y)ies: Stocks and Shares’ Corporate bias(ed.) algorythms

Anti-Trust. Corporate-Monopoly. Non-monopoly competition ruined and bought-out, sell-off, and monopoly take=over price-merger:

Capital/Communist Monopoly. Government-Monopoly
Domestic-Competitions’ and Co-)peration(s)’ rules and usual-behavior:
Qualit(y)ies…
Quantity-costs and price. Pay&Price.
Qualifies’ Bonded-Global Government securities…
Cyber-Security Sanction(s) busting back-door:

Tech-Hostage. Front-Door: Banker-Arrest and re-lease and re-leased and arrested again for a very long time self im-posed exileAbroad, home-warned.

Inside-Track. Consultant Health&Safety safe-working conditions… Robbers-all. Rubber Corporate-Trade less so, than Government.
Public/Private. Data-sharing: Comms hacking Cyber-Attack. Viral
Impact peaks and depressing troughs’ costs’ rise and fall. Faster and slower impact on price-cost of:
Tariff(s): on imports from abroad; equal-out across different goods costs and services.
Stronger and weaker revenue-growth, any growth, domestically, and abroad, gone too far-out.
Losses over last year’s VicTor(t)(i)(y)ie(s)! Profits!
Over-loss€(sssh…) one-year re-trenchment in the surrounding countryside, and see out the winter
Benchmark:Marker-Price: N/nnn: Global Interest Rate.
Gross/Net Domestic Product, PPP (Purchasing Power Parity) as costs and expenditure to the thousands and millions and billions that make up Global Trade.
Trillions&Quadrillions as we go along.
4PRINCIPLES upheld US Dollar and China Yuan.
Argentina and Turkey. Yemen, Lebanon, Palestine and Israel Democracy.
Indonesia, and Australia. South America trading partners as Japan and Indo-nesia.
Africa digital knowhow and skills to produce doctors and scientists better employed up to now, abroad.
Over reliant on Foreign Capital: U.S. Dollar or Yuan: to base currency: and know-how, from all over. Corrupt deadly Empiric. Excess&Error in support of murderous traitorous, in the end walked off into the dry
desert from the Oasis destroyed poisoned the villages and peoples by genocide burning tyre necklaces not of gold ore but valuable rubber.
En-Slaving Israel-to-Egypt and returning…
Slavic-Slave. Chinese Indian Arabic Roman Anglo-English
American French and Spanish and Portuguese as Dutch or lastly as largely diamonds&Gold stolen and monetized most terrorisingly terrifyingly de-nounced de-ported be-trayed traitor killed perhaps the next Reign of Terror.
The French Republican Revolution and Germanic Belgian Nazi Monastic
Amazon Congo Forest Wars.
The British Empire, and Nazi-America
North-South Spanish Portuguese…speaking, all over the world.
Chinese, Arabic and Hebrew.
Latin, English, and Urdu/Hindi. Fascist-Europe Russe-CEO:
Middle-Kingdom Heir(o)glyph
Wars of de-colonialisation personal women and children.
FREMILO respect life rehabilitate traitors only the small minded seek revenge we do not torture and kill like our colonial masters like our colonial mistresses the Elephant cannot see the Ant that it treads on but it can feel the flea that bites!
The Liberation Movement knows of our supporters and of our traitors…peace&RE-conciliation.
National Wars of Liberation from collaborators with Foreign Powers invaded by bullet&bread
Occupied-land used as experimental weapons research wars of resistance witness at massacre of…
FIAT D91’s Military-Helicopter machine-guns flame throwers and heavy chemicals flaming from barrels…
To take responsibilities for your-own owned post.
A sad repetition you cannot ig($)nore.
Recognise the past.
Respect the future.
Re-construction com.patriots and citizen collaborators the bullet or the ballot.
Both: the same now, as far as either of them or anyone on the train there, or anywhere-else knew as of:
All: African: Business-Dealings: the Ireland of Ireland? Civilis(ed.) Commerce, that evening, instant, before: Governor-Commander
Business-Boss:
‘Put(s)?’
‘Stay(ed?)’
Both now in the knowledge assumed of the other. Both assumingly knowingly, unknowingly, yet simply pictorially- imagining that morning the scene(s) as unchanged from the nighttime before then, as now: inside the City Stock-Market Building heavy-teakwood mahogany doors tightly-closed hermetically-sealed a normally fluorescent glow turned-off.
Except for a single computer-screen presence, remaining-there:
Markets Closed as if readied for all time, previously, for this day.
As if this had never happened before.
Yet it had.
Markets Closed.
From the evening-before, as in clueless useless pointless pointed dire-warning: retro-once only kind-of installed as if permanently; equivocally, perhaps, warning automatically not to be taken too-literally; not-to-be(ig)(s)nored or ind(e)finitely normally meaning:
Be-fore the cleaners had cleaned-up and some but then not-everyone- else had been cleaned-out.
Before nightlife restaurant and television cabaret the latest news and sport weather then repose-taken.
The on-message only that:
‘The-Markets will be open again and sooner rather than later…’
‘Again? This-day?’
Both:
‘As any other-day?’
‘So, what do you make of it now, then?’
‘Business as Usual?’
‘This…day?’
‘This…day?’ taking-over the competing computer-programmers’ co-operatively collectively collaboratively algorithmically metering as an un-licensed taxi-cab carrying and insuring business-plans financially under-written and over-insured. Under-insured, over-written, or re-insured, or not-insured at all: looking out the window: Violence-suspected…
Different.
An Act of God?
The Markets on Auto-Selling… A.I. One I owe U.
‘An Act of Us!’ pre- programmed virtual-win, lose, or draw, cancelled postponed, and re-negotiated the animal-urge to risk, and win or destroy through mistake, error…
Circumstances unfathomable into living-liv(ed.) obliteration, nevertheless, un-constrained.
Im-posing the aggressive-investment and Merchant-Bankers’ Clerk
Re-insuring
Not adequately re-ensuring
Re-assuring the values of private-equity stock-in.
Government and Admin. Peoples’ currency-bonds individually car-plane train-crash(ed!).
Shitshow Trainwreck personally, self-owned, by self, &^or Other.
Access to the Law. Justice(s)…
Mobile-wealth. Exercise your Right to Vote in free&fair election(s) oh! Denizens! Priced-out, cash-back, borrowed on payday tax-loan food-bank(s)
Accountant-Clerks’ savings-account pension and insurance, and country clear profit-to Government-Taxes
paid-in, or not.
Corporate Taxes dropped…
Unemployment-Benefit, or not.
Well-Fare. Well-Fair ability and illness credit as
Compensation or re-compense in sickness and in health.
Or, not. WarFare4.com
WarFair4 Un-paid breaks taken: tea/toilet booked in-and-out Healthcare&welfare as we shall most definitely need at the final-end.

Abroad. Suitcases full of cash it may as well be, except electronically and to-be taken-back with inward investment repayment in compensation hitting-growth.
Yet hardly covering the original pseudo-doc. computer-crime of misleading in sin in-bribes and back-handers’ dodgy-deals information reneged-on millions of them, billions, trillions, quadrillions…
Of fixed-rates false-accounting fake-(i)nformation
Cash-in-the-bank
Fake-ecologyies
Cash that stayed out-of-the-bank. Uranium. Gold and Gems.
Stayed-out. Tax-free taken, stolen, now Tax-free for the Government and People, Free-Trade.
Moved. Ill-liquidated, stashed-away: unavailable to-government, or to the-People to spend.
Of the-Family-Business and as of small-Company-Name(s): seen briefly as painted hoarding pasted on the side-of-buildings.
Plastic-Palaces: Advertising as along the embankment railway-track alongside sidings and stations to be > > >passed-through > > > at high-speed, non-stopping…
All else, stopped.
Closed, shrunk, and engulfed by-globular enlarged Corporations’ local-corruption
Advertising-hoardings for Banks’ Currency Economic-Zone and Country-Town passed-through.
Bank High-Street: branches closed-shops and as autumn leaves currency-exchanges as-laundering twigged risked domestic clearing-houses for return(s) or no-return collap(s)ed.:
‘By the end of this-day? All-won or lost?’
‘Banks? Private-Equity…’
‘Shops. People…’
On screen:
‘Purchasing-Power?’
‘Profit-to-Interest Rates.’
‘Personal-Equit(y)ies!’
‘Or still stood still? Quits?’
‘50/50%? Who wins does not lose.’
‘Who loses does not win.’
‘Really?’ All investing higher-and-higher with insecure unsecured funds in stocks and insurances:
interbank loans re-insurances, and re-sales…within (closed-text) the listings…
Over and into… almost as suddenly as the whole front-page picture re-pasted into-memory…
For the-Clerk far from assuaging the culpability of the-other now exposed as the deplorably irresponsible and reckless lender. Not, as yet, wrecked-borrower, wreaked havoc-upon.

To the-Banker, the- Clerk cast now as the likely irresponsible, yet hapless helplessly indebted, no-deposit poor credit-rating history first-time mortgaged and-possibly employee. As in: Bank-loaned as salaried, invested monthly paid-off to be paid-back payday pay-check paper-money on-screen backed and banked:
The-Bankers’ Newspaper front-page pictorial held-out, taut-and-proud, as a flag of convenience.
Or as a crumpled bank-note.
Opened, to the light of day, as checking the veracity of foldin’ money: cash: Bill-Fold
Bank-Account the-Clerk knew; and returned, momentarily to the hand-held, now re-opening news-filtering screen-newspaper heard again as the rustling of dry-leaf cadaver.

‘Pure-Plastic-Age.’
‘Ex-e-cutive: Golden-Account CoalOil&Gas: Plastic-Paying: over again…’
‘Techno-Digital Geek-World: General Engineering & Electro-Knowledge: (I)(n)formation:

Outside the Train-Carriage: the weather not that inclement, or autumnal for the leaves to be springing, rising from their branches, or be freely-falling as snow-covered as foraging nuts and berries, for the long cold winter.
The Newspaper turned crisply inside-out and halved-again. Both to the same page skim-read by the-Clerk earlier: pre-registered up-front…next page…and as World-Wide-Web free and as-expected to be paid-for not:- freely-enabled seen with advertisements, and scammed, both skipped…to:
The (I)nsider-Report:
As of today there is so much owed, by so many, that cannot start to be paid-out or paid-back this day, or the next…
This morning the stock-markets are closed. Once more World-Trade has ground a halt.
All Credit-Trading, has been suspended.
The trading of stocks and shares in recent times has left prices at such all-time high-levels, that, overnight, have collapsed.
We are yet again in the grip of the greatest global fiscal and financial- fiasco, the greatest-ever: Economic-Crisis, ever, again…
Further-down:
This morning in Geneva there is to be an announcement of the International Conference on Monetary Compliance (ICMC). There is to be a declaration of economic policy and intent. This announcement is expected to stabilise major-global currencies and exchange-rates, at some mutually-agreed rate. To boostconfidence in the banking-system and in Global Fiscal-Policy and World-Trade. A shared protocol, at Midday, world mean-time today, by the International Date-Line will…
Then:
‘There will be winners; and, there will be-losers…’ spoken out loud…un-loaded…uploaded… Looking-up The-Banker as from The-Clerks’ laid-back attitude, drawn from the impending appended silence.
The-Banker now self-imposed imaged point-of-view of the pictured closed-markets of:
The-Barrel:
‘The Photo?’
‘AKA: The-Cage?’: calculated-risk?
‘Join the-Game?’
‘Game? Markets Closed?’
‘No-real-risk…then? Limited-liability…only the-details to be added. Only-just…’
‘Only? Just? Then?’
The-Banker, on mobile cellphone earpiece bartered furtively and openly and loudly and confidently as if now confidentially swapped hand-signals and punched the air slapped both-palms together:
‘High-fives! We are in the tens…six…seven!’
‘Billions?’
‘If you Will!’ and holding a-hand over the heart openly-palmed, and as sat, bowed slightly winked, a single staring- eye, as stooped to conquer:
‘Trillions, now…’
‘Quadrillion?’
With on-screen confirmation…re-directing…confirming… password…and printed-off paper-copy waved frantically financial-agreement-stipulating:
‘Only to be signed-off…’ lifted from the floor brief-case revealed laptop lapped at reading-off as:
The-Clerk now speaking:
‘400-billion assets signed-off? One for Every One of US share-holder voters on this Planet!’
‘Plateau-purchase risk?’
‘RE-lease Asset(s):’
‘RE!(n)ted. Indebted…’
‘Dis-possessed…bundles in Ghetto mixed-housing and vigilant…’
‘What we want is wiki-feed…’
‘Quantity-Data quantified…’
‘Quants?’
‘Wants?’
‘Needs? Monetarise@Hell! No! No-one-else but Us?!’
‘No-one else?’
‘But. Us.’
‘Paradise.’
‘Utopia.’
‘Forest-Management. Fire-Fighting. Ultra-Power: Corruption and Lies…’
‘Oil, Gas and Water-supplies cut-off.’
From: Imperial-Colonial Farm:
Petty Land-Owner Plantation: UnderGround River-Railway: Home own-owned lived-in at Home.
The-Clerk continuing:
‘But the Markets are Closed. Deal(s) to be added, then?’
‘Details? How many-Trillions-more?’
‘Before-what? All is Lost? De-valued. Bought-out. What? Sold-off? That is the name of the Game?’
‘Selling-off…’
‘The Family? Is that it?’
‘Gold&Silver? Silicon-Tech.? Banks themsel(f)ves…?
‘Buying-up…’
‘To the lowest bidder(s)…’
‘People bought-off…’
‘Loaned back-out. Same.’
‘National-State?’
‘Difference?’
‘To the-Buyer. Or to the-Seller?’
‘Buyers’ market?’
‘Seller?’
‘Dealt-with.’
‘Deals?’
‘Done.’ and with a nod, laterally entrusted, undisputed, and further endorsed over-lengthy client midday luncheon tied-in: gifting as-charity by guilt-association expense-account accounted-for and through electronic/signatory: pass-name and number and as a matter of public-record:
‘Details?’
‘No longer negotiable…’
‘Always…’
‘Or ever-were?’
The-Banker:
‘Then?’
Tapping keyboards:
‘Then?’
Then:
‘All to-be ironed-out today…’
‘By the all the-Clerks’ of All the-Worlds’ Works!!!’
As if spoken be-fore, many-times, both.
Informa(t)-kwiki: transparent liquid-like, solicited.
Solid as an assignment.
Scenario: Population: Proposition: Projected through the air cloud-like as before the-bell was rung fordeparture.
As a warning to anyone last-boarding the train doors closed the train-carriage sealed and seated upfront aside:
‘I don’t know what to make of ‘It’ yet…’ pause…
Then The-Clerk bought the-thought snickered slightingly to-self as-if spoken to self.
Then: that sarcastic thought or was it sardonic? outlined out loud:
‘But I’ll bet we will find out soon-enough to-day, now, anyway? Don’t you?’ sounded differently as if someone-else had spoken the words instead, as a gauntlet-glove thrown-down
Alter-Net: to be picked-up:
‘O.K. If that’s what you want to make of it.’
‘What?’
‘Want? We Always Do What We Want…‘
‘We?’
‘Business as Usual?’
‘When? What will you make out-of-it then?’
‘Tomorrow?’
‘Later-0n TDAY! Midday-ready…’
‘Done.’
Only as instantly-realised now and as at the time-of-speaking earlier; and, that short-moment-later as spoken now irritatingly intimating intimidatingly only-now as at the-Gamble seemingly committed-to.
The un-certainty now at such a communally, yet privately, and now seemingly shared-venture.
This seemingly reasonable as un-reasonable as to each other, as yet un-priced; as yet, only a projectedproposal, there would be a price, and a cost too:
‘Innovative Purchase-Price Initiative (IPPI) and re-sale onward: that is all you need to know’…an as yet un-bidden offer properly in-prospect to follow-up the seemingly automatically-accepted challenge as yet to be fully realised or comprehend(ed.) version…
‘O.K.’
As well as the-other, each spoken now, and heard, and now seen:
‘No going-back now.’

Both now considering the import of these words, the more thoroughly, thoughtfully, perhaps, than said and heard those out-spoken mere words as to the-enterprising enquiry; requiring, further-reply? In-turns? Or not?
Now: the earliest near previously saved in-memory and as the first respondent again.
The-Clerk ignoring the possibility again of turn-taking with another supplementary yet elementary question:
‘Why?’
‘Why? Who?’
‘Is?’
‘What?’

Puzzlement pre-dicated predicament: seconded now by both-speakers.
Triplicated, as here, almost(i)dentically mindfully apart re-flected against all others on the train.
On the Train. (i)n the Train-Carriage: others-visible and seeing, through adjoined metal and plastic-fibre cloth air-cooled compartment and as if no further-apart or closer-to or from each other’s-truth and in each-others’ minds: and all this mean(s)?Exactly? And how soon?
How soon, is now?
How much is-enough?
And: How much is at stake here?
Exactly? as instantly both now openly re-gretting the opening-given to the exclusion of anyone-else in the rumbling bone-rattling carriage: as both-enjoined, as advertently now as in-advertently in a two-way dialogue of which at that immediate-point there was persisting yet only limited dis- or mis-(t)(y)(f)ying or any verifiable: Group-Loop: (i)(n)formation…

  1. The Accident & Emergency Department: Factory Hospital and Home.
    She had pressed the TVOFF remote laser-switch, and they all had left for school and work.
    Closing all the windows and door behind her, a short while later and going where those others had left, and others were still leaving front doors for the days school and work, and activity ahead.
    Outside and downstairs, through the piles of discarded rubbish and the door, wedged open.
    To the blocked metal refuse-chute, unmissed rubbish strewn everywhere. Re-Plastic as bottles and dish plates and bagging and carried to the concrete blocked and disposed-of in the corner of the blocked concrete and metal. The over-spilling chute stacked with black grey and white bags for collecting and sorting.
    To the stairs and the If-it’s-working lift down to the ground floor: the worst thing standing inside the open lift door not being sure if the elevator was going to work, or not. Or go crashing to the ground, like everything else.
    He was on-a-Late and so he was taking the children to school and nursery.
    He would be collecting them later today it seemed when Her shift finished early or if she could do
    overtime-hours, or clock-off early to collect them if there were no emergencies that was.
    Then, either would have to phone one of the other mothers or fathers to collect theirs’ as well if they could…
    She entered the same Shop that He had recently departed with The Children only a few seconds earlier, but crucially later, they had only left a few minutes, earlier:
    ‘Got any bread in?’
    ‘You may as well take one there, only one-day-stale!’ climbingdown off a stool-from-stacking-shelves:
    ‘Stale already isn’t it!? Never mind the Bakery! Haven’t seen them yet today!’
    The Shop was open as usual ready to stock-up again with the usual days-supplies that had been phoned in the day before, or rather:
    ‘It looks like it is ‘Whenever@The Delivery’ turns up!’
    Then, not for the first time:
    ‘Your better-half works at The Bakery, doesn’t he? They were here just a few minutes ago.’
    Then:
    ‘My Other-‘alf…went out early today to The Cash and Carry, and not back yet! I phoned-in the order. They said: ‘No-deliveries yet today! Nothings’ moving yet…’’
    Then, in response to an expected but not received, not ill-received:
    ‘Still; there is Hope.’
    ‘I expect…’
    ‘Gone to see if we can collect in the queue at the Cash’n’Carry. Not back yet and not called.’ pointing at the dry loaf on the shelf:
    ‘Going stale!’ momentarily paused, then:
    ‘No Cash, No Carry!’
    Exclaimed!
    ‘Fresh-is-Best.’
    Concluded.
    HERE&NOW. The Shopkeeper was stocking half-empty shelves, the last stock, sharing with anyone who came in the shop, for whatever they could afford of their cash and card(s): Credit/Debit: continued to her as She looked at: The-Newspaper(s): on the counter the stale loaf and a dry bun for steaming, offering:
    ‘We get our Bread&Cakes from Your Bakery…’ moving across the shelf,
    ‘Your other-half working there?’
    ‘Other-Half?! Quarters!’
    ‘For nothing@It doesn’t last! The old Bread&Cakes gets chucked away. Have to Health and Safety it or give it to The BinRaiders out the back. They have it! Still, can’t blame them, can you? Poor beggars. I leave it for those that take it. Homeless, you know, or out of work, on benefits that go nowhere. Poor and hungry and homeless. That’s where we’ll all finish-up, if we’re not careful!’
    ‘Yeah, dead at least!’
    ‘They take it home, you know, if they’ve got one. Squatting on the ground…toast on one of those outdoors braziers. They sleep under the bridge arches, some of them, you know?’
    Continuing:
    ‘Some have got homes ‘though I don’t know what state they’re in. Don’t seem to worry ‘em!’
    ‘That all you got?’ she asked.
    ‘All yesterday’s fresh has gone. Panic buying! I only let them in one at a time and one each and they
    kick-up a fuss! Not thinking of others…themselves only to profit on the backs of others…’
    At the docks and ports according to TV pointing to the corner(s) of: The Shop and on the ceiling from where
    CCTV beamed:
    ‘Only that one-loaf left now. We won’t get another delivery today I dare say. And I am told:
    ‘We don’t know when!’ Well, if they don’t know?’
    ‘Not midday, then, when its’ all sorted?
    Then, without catching a response:
    ‘Only the ‘papers delivered today. So far; and I haven’t paid for them yet. I only pay for what I sell.’
    ‘Don’t We All!’
    ‘How’s that?’ doubly surprised at the apparent revelation: that not everything had to be paid for up-front, the wages of work: of stocking the shop and selling not-stockpiling to attract robbers and thieves.
    The Shopkeeper came towards the counter of The Shop and continued chatting to Her:
    ‘Working for a living at Home or nowhere?’
    ‘Earning money or not.’
    ‘Well Fair fare yet, then? Pension? Insurance? For what? Stock Robber-Trade! Credit or Debit in The
    Bank. Change? Not. Now. You can give me all the money you’ve got if you like. No change to give out ‘though, more sweets or crisps? Like the last time. ‘cheap-cheap’: Chicken&Chip(s): never sell this place now.’ Packaging: re-cyclable:
    ‘You can bring-it here4cash…notice: This Country is a Cock-house Casino. Henhouse then? Just? Like the last time? Just?’
    ‘Not-Just.’
    ‘And like the Time before that. Not-even(s). No money in the Bank. No food on the table!’
    She exhorted:
    ‘Your kids have got have something here to last them?’
    ‘Not anymore. Selling-Up again. Bankrupt, again! Even if I sell my stock at going priced-out markets and don’t feed my-familyies!’
    ‘Now?’
    ‘Anyway…the Banks are not open, so you or I won’t be able to get any notes or cash out anyway. Never be able to sell this place now. You know, I’ve been trying to sell-off The-Shop and its stocks to pay off loans and bills on The Shop and on the Stocks; but no buyers…it’s all online. I’d have to sell-off at too lower-price.
    Too high

these other-Cowboys don’t want to pay!

Maybe…
‘I’ll just up-and-go sometime, leave it all behind…’
‘Leave it to who?’
‘To: where?’

The Shopkeeper
She&Self-Shelf questioned:
‘Nothing@nothing.com!’ laughing…
‘Less than Zero.’
‘Zilch.’
‘Sweet F’all…’

‘Nothing?’
She asked in wonderment.
She asked, knowing, not listening, heard it before. Selling-off and not just this
Shopkeeper, empty shop(s)
All the local Shops were owned and known either by the name on the front of the shop and/or the Cultural Nationality or Ethnic-identity of the Family Denizen that owned or rented that shop with its’ shelved stocks and shares, and they did their business there. Lived-in.
Small retailers, family-run businesses across the globe, despite the SuperMall and Hypermarket(s) still the way most shopping finishes up. From the roadside, docks and ports, in the air, and to and from The Village, Town and The-City: Market-Places and Streets and, of course, the wholesale Military-Industrial Complex
(de-liberately) Stock-Markets and Money-Markets advertising signage noticing:
Open All Day
She pondered. She looked at the front page of The Newspaper un-folded and thrown onto the light worn dark varnished and metal-trimmed wood shop counter-surface and service. She glanced at a cartoon which depicted the World’s Finance Ministers: Politician-Business Corporate-Economist(s): heads in hands sitting on stacks of useless money no words needed; no deed(s) but a like&comment…She read for free without intending to buy
on:
Global Crisis Meeting Midday Today!
Tax&Prices rises expected. turning
The (i)nside Page:
In the last weeks and months there have been queues-in-shop(s) for scarce goods, rationed by ability to pay; there have been queues to spend, instead of investing, pay, pensions, and profits, before the things became worthless. The prices of goods and services have increased week by week and day-by-day, minute-by-minute as more Financial Insurance Compensation (FIC) Claims are made…

Don’t we just know it! So, what’s so different! Or not! She pondered again.
She scanned the headline into her camera-phone…
She wondered: how the small shops and retailers and service providers like
Health and Social Care whether large hospital or fast-food chain cottage-hospital or cottage-loaf.
How they managed at all? With all the out of town Shopping Malls and Giant Chain Stores like Giant ChainSaw Stores as she imagined; that everyone shopped-at because they could afford the fixed low-prices and special offers payed to shop around the big 5/6 for these; but, The Scams! Price(s)-up:
‘Prices down! Ha!’
‘241.’ When that that ever happen without Prices going upup first-first, eh?
Without any salaries and wages to give out, what to spend on the Prices anyway?!
She answered her own-question(s) to her-self: The Supermarkets paid up-front, farmer suppliers and staff but cheaply, and only what they thought they could get away with and sell at a good share-holder and Owner-Profit balanced only by necessarily what people could afford…
Health or no-health.

The Shopkeeper had continued to stock shelves with food in tins and plastic&cardboard non-bio film packets without stopping hardly and stocking the shelves and aisle way cleared, finished:
‘That’s it! Everything is out. I’m now officially out of stock!’
‘Us too, that’s why I am here!’
‘Stocking-Up? Packing-Up! Panic-Buying! and that’s IT!’ the train of thought returning to re-stacking the meagre shelves with the remaining stock and with some finality:
‘Nothing left. Not getting in even enough buying for the Customers to cover the Household for a
Day!’
‘Nothing from that Bread-Factory either!’
‘Either of us!’
‘None of us. All of Us?’
Existing on Bank-Loans on Capital, Stock and Shop; rent is un-paid for the year…
Governments Presidents’ Sovereign: Royal-Taxes! Peoples’ Government-Taxes:
For their own Good not-Ours’ only our votes fairly and freely manipula(t)(ed.) back at the counter handing back the money:
‘Our Own Taxis!’
Secular-Presidential: Government-Bank: defending Social-Welfare against attacking
Corporate Companies…
‘Corporations 5^6 Global(ly).’
‘Five-or-six sectors only…’
‘Enough-said. They cannot give us our-money back now, so what, now?’
‘Our-Goods! They will. Our-Services! Shops! Tax-Benefits’ vs tax: re-duction: de-Duction4The Rich!
%’s. Richest or Poorest if you ask me. Nothing in between…Everything! We are the Majority!’
‘Now?’
‘Of-course…most-Money…most-of-us, then ten-per-cent them. Poor-I Work! Long-hours…for this
Shop!’ She’d said:
‘So much more than only today…’
The Shop-keeper:
‘Stale Factory-Bread and solid steamed Bun! Go-on, you may as well take-it 4Free and The Newspaper.’ Then:
‘Bring us some nice freshly baked Bread&Cakes to stock-up the Shop with from: The-Factory as we call-it! That is where He works, it is isn’t it?’
She-looked up:
Then:
‘They’ve closed the Bakery-Works again. Do You Know that?’
Her res-ponse:
‘Where do We get Our Bread&Cakes now then?’ sardonic.
‘Credit-Crisis again, you know?’ haha: Import/Export: Shop(s):
Chains. People as
Thing(s).
She’d also responded.:
‘Prices go up and wages go down, how’s that? No good to me. I need stock freely to sell anywhere I like, to anyone, please!’ The Shopkeeper continuing the news-broadcast:
‘There is a Rally at The Bakery, at Midday. Did you know?’
She’d look(ed.) up-again:
‘The Workers not allowed in. To the Works. Sent Home. Closed for Business. For anything? I owe them anyway. The Cash and Carry…You name it! Well into Negative-Equity now. The amount The Shop owes is owed, never Sell-Up now…unless there is a buyer, to-day, with cash! Even then, I wouldn’t take it. Not ‘til this is sorted in our favour, for once!’
‘Again.’
She’d said, and the shopkeeper at the same time and place:
‘Again.’
She’d said to seek to cheer the Shopkeeper and Family now emerged from the back room:
‘Have to give it away! Give it all up!’
‘This-Shop is owed to who? Who do you owe? Landlord? Suppliers?’
‘All of it.’
She’d asked. Then, the Shopkeeper almost finally:
‘That is where He works ‘though, isn’t it? The Bread&Cakes Bakery-Factory?’
‘Not any more it seems…’ her sullen answer.
The Shop Keeper then, with re-newed finality and some-frivolity:
‘How about a free Newspaper? Everything else has been taken from us, they’ve bled us dry!!’ exclaimed, without irony; re-strained and mix(ed.) with anxious mirth:
‘Online. That is not in the Newspaper. That is yesterday.’
‘Everyday.’
‘Only in the news when there something extraordinary like a death on the street. In custody. That’s where they should be.’
‘Or Hospital.’
She’d said, to stem the previous merriment:
‘Where I’m meant to be. CEO-Presidential convincing Newspaper Boss. Yesterday’s news. Now Sign
‘0’ The Times Telegraph City Mail: Online!’ then changing-tack tackling:
‘You know We can’t even get retail-price from the City-Bakery, or fair price for this shop. Online (i)(t)’s
Free News of The World! paid-Newspapers…gone…’ closing-now
‘For Good! High Street. Business and Council Tax and Rental Shopfront: for: Digital-Business: Super-
Hyper Markets…’
‘Government-Tax. Welfare. Train-Fare? Unfair!’
‘Plastic-polluters pay…’
‘Re-cycling Hyper-Markets!’
Market-advancing there share(s):N%/n%: Chains:5/6 Glo(b)all(y). Unbound:4Prometheus: Red-Queen. BlackKnight. White-Horses’ horde(s)…
‘Trading&Hoarding Palaces…’
‘Domestic-Work. Fair?’
‘Paid? Trainfare? War-Fair?’
‘For Warfare?’
‘Don’t say that or it may happen!’
‘Is happening everyday, every…’
‘Where?’
‘The Factory wants to make as much Work-Profit out of All of Us as they can. Out of All of
Us! Never mind the measly pay! Anyway…’ and pointing thumbs back through the door:
‘If The-Works are closed no Bread&Cake either…’
‘At least…’ the money for a small-loaf was put on the counter and the large sliced loaf in its mould-inducing oily plastic-wrapper wafted and the newspaper with its banner headline declaring:
STOCK MARKETS IN CHAOS was carried off.
The Shopkeeper had said lastly:
‘Take it…’ and She took the newspaper and left the shop.
-Will you be going into the rally?’ texted when she had left the shop, newspaper online and she called his mobile cell-phone with photograph stored number gazed at longingly, but without answer, or voice-message, and as he texted immediately back:
-No point going in before the Rally! Will not get paid anyway…what about The Rally?
-Going?

  • Going Home first…catch the News…
    -OK O&O4 now…LUVU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ She worked nights, evenings, day shifts. This week, this day, it was the late-day shift; or the day late! as some liked to call it. From the ambulance station She arrived at slightly late and clocked-on. From where she drove the ambulance, maintenance engineer and assisted at accidents so-called First Aider but not a Super-Medic like some of the other crews had.
    ‘Be careful, today’ he had said to her:
    ‘I love you’ and she had replied:
    ’ditto.’
    Accident and Emergency Crew (AEC) trained up in skills and procedures, assessment of injuries, life or death, sometimes…
    Observing vital signs…moving patients safely, onto stretcher or aided walking.
    Checking for any changes. To report to The Qualified Clinician taking relevant information, from carers, and others at the scene.
    Administering first-aid and emergency medical procedures, transporting people to and from hospital, accident and emergency, the elderly and frail to The-Hospital appointments.
    Could be anything: road accident, multiple severe injuries, or just a scratch. Taking notes for the medics, and the insurance, and police, if there had been A Criminal Act. They would be on the scene-of-the-crime.
    Alleged. Or the Fire-Service if there had been a fire, or if someone needed cutting out of a car. Rescuing, from a roof. You name it. Anything, and everything could happen, and did. Never a dull moment. # A good job, a great job, She enjoyed and was paid, well, reasonably well, but mainly regularly.
    Not poor definitely not Rich!
    Could be a pedestrian, or housebound, head wound, heart attack, to broken-toe.
    In a busy shopping centre, or on a country lane.
    Sick baby and worried parent, or elderly infirm, worried well, or unconcerned brawler wanting to carry the wound back into the bar to show-off, not realising how much blood was being
    lost!
    That’s when you needed back-up.
    Sometimes a suicide, murder. Under a train, not much you could do them, bag them up and the undertakers take them away, to the morgue. May later just find out the official-cause-of-death: crushing or shattered, in the jargon. May have been pushed?
    On the roof, threatening to jump:
    ‘Go on then!’ you always feel like saying:
    ‘…if you’re going to! I’ve got children to collect from school!’
    Once the Bouncy Castle is set up against the wall, and the suicide considering the immediate consequence gets bored and tired and decides to walk the stairs.
    Could be someone fallen down stairs. Beaten up in their own home. Domestic violence, denying, screaming the odds. Unruly, intractable, recalcitrant, not well-behaved.
    Not well-mannered. Not biddable, broken-bones, not-funny.
    It would all be reported, had to be.
    To the Social Care Agent. The Housing Re-presentative.
    The Police. They would press charges, if necessary.
    Must do, ought to. Some of the things you see…
    We would pitch-up and patch-up and tell their story as well as our own: witness.
    Sometimes threatened as well. You had to stand your ground.
    Emergency blue light, siren wailing. Steering in and out of that traffic that never seemed to thin out, or even give way sometimes.
    Still, that was the job.
    Worth hanging onto.
    Going on to take the Medic and Paramedic exams, own time; evenings and weekends, and bring-up the children! Check out the Ambulance. The-Vehicle: stocked with bandages, medical and life-support equipment.
    Ventilator and de-fibrilator fabrication stored properly and in good working order.
    Communication equipment, to the control-room…where she had started-out.
    Learning how to differentiate one emergency from another.
    Over mobile radio-telephone video-link, inside and out the vehicle, and the patients! they would joke.
    Heckling themselves in their pain and agony. Not feeling the pain, not giving it out, either.
    Checking mileage, speed, safety, on the road, and in situ…clean.
    New documentation: date, time report charts, name… address if known, distinguishing features.
    Check the fuel and oil and water, start up, at the start, and end of each shift. Driving licence of course… Passenger Public Service classification. Different gross weights and bearing, gear shifts and light and heavy goods for the larger vehicles used in public events…
    Now, though, the regular chat, only if there was time.

When She got in this morning-shift, the morning newspaper, with the Lotto numbers, and television and radio pages: this job make more than a TV drama any day of the weeks’ fiction and drama, She liked, a murder, thriller; or a biography. Not many of them write their own, do they? she thought to herself: What next? I know?
Nothing! Or the rest of my life! ‘aven’t lived it all, yet! Children. Wife. Husband. Home.
The Accident&Emergency Room. Department and Hospital: corridor-wings were otherwise as quiet as usual first thing in the morning: there’s always time for things to change…
‘It always gets busy as soon as I think it’s going to be a quiet day!’ She called to a colleague, and thought to herself, turn around and something happens, then it all starts happening! You hardly have time to think until the shift is ended, and no overtime-pay!
When did I last finish on the dot, the bell!!? she asked herself, rhetorically; and out loud to the others repeated:
‘When did I last finish on the dot?’ answering herself in response, with a thoughtful, but blank thought:
‘Never!’ they all chanted as if they had done this routine before.

Waiting for the first call: that’s when it always happened. Commuters driving from home, to work. A van, or lorry, at work, driven-recklessly.

Someone in a car-crash.
On the way to work, domestic, accident, or not.
On your way to early-morning deliveries, or to a job late for. As if you are the only one of the roads. That does not have an appointment to reach. With fate, and a social duty ahead Slow Down! You are not the only one! Think Safety! Strongman&Nanny-State
Efficacyies#1. The imperative
To: keep working too ridiculous time-frames, shifts.
So, she could feel free and feed self and family; and others could be fed and stay alive.

Referrals from night-doctors; there was always work waiting anyway. No later than sooner, the first call of the day. The druggies and the drunks, and the homeless who often slipped-in, and slept in the waiting rooms during the night shift, had been moved-on, for the day shift to start.
It was not any different today, although the last call out had been a disturbance.
Some missiles thrown and one person injured, the police were there. When the ambulance arrived, the crowd had moved away.

The other Ambulance-Crew and State-Police: on stand-by had told them all about it when they got back. The Bank had not opened. A queue, a line had formed outside many metres long and wide, a gathering mobbing crowd really of staff&customers locked-out, and angry, upset, worried, scared, lackadaisical. Staff and
Bank-Customer(s).
With people trying to get pay and savings-out before the ‘Run-out.’ as it was called. The Bank was closed, until further notice. There had been a scuffle between two of the waiting customers over an unpaid unwritten loan, and eventually, after others had got embroiled, two or three lay injured. Someone, bystander, onlooker, passer-by had called an ambulance. Several on-lookers came up to them, as they went to see to the injured customer, or patient-to-be; and the crowd, realising The Bank was not likely to open, had dispersed to await the further news; and to hopefully see if The Bank might open that afternoon.
She was on second call but was not needed.
The injuries were only slight, but the scene was ominous, an omen it seemed for the day. If real disaster did strike she often thought only enough bandages and food for a few days; and only if that is rationed from the start. Only enough food at Home, the same.
The closer to The Weekly Big Shop time, the less there was at Home…
Go to the Local Shops when nothing-left-in-the Apartment-Home really, nothing left, at home.
Not stocked up recently and can hardly afford to go more than for a few days at a time, sometimes only one day without replenishing need, and goods and services to meet those needs.
Everyone was talking about the crash of the stock-markets and the announcement expected at midday:
‘We’ll have to go to the SuperMarket tonight!’ she had called after him as he had left; she collecting the children later, after her first shift was done, on second shift later, split-shifts it would have to be. He going to
Work, or the Rally, now? Collecting the Children?
Suddenly everything seemed more uncertain.
And She really did start to wonder what this day would bring.

He met a Work-Mate going towards The Bakery or The Works or The Factory as it was known:
The Bakery. From the Nursery School: passed The Old Church at the top of The High Road now The Local Council Buildings. A Friend and a Neighbour from the same Housing Block walking in the opposite direction, now shared the journey Home past-by and from:
The Bakery Factory Works:
‘No good going in …’ the other said:
‘They’ve shut The Factory, again. Remember last time? Few more out of work, three-day week again?’ ‘The last time, and the time before that! ‘It’s happened before!’ was the blunt reply without irony, the
Other replied coldly:
‘Closed down for good this time we reckon. Importing-bread!’
‘Do you believe that?’
‘Shopkeeper said. Prices-Up! Again…they say…’
‘Do they? Not Prices down then?’
‘Never. There’s a meeting midday…’ the Other continued:
‘Factory-Fates! We’ll find out then!’ and laughing:
‘See you there!’
SHOUTed as they passed each other to their separate homes, laughing, at what, they could not be sure:
The Children: waving and laughing too, at what, they knew not what; awaiting afternoon midday-
afternoon, when they may meet up again:
‘Open for the Day!’ notice pinned on the schoolgate re-passed, and now brought back to mind:
Thank Goodness! had been the immediate response.
Although there were mutterings and mumblings about whether The Teachers and Nursery-Nurses would actually, see their pay and pensions this month; or, whether any pay, of how much&for how long?
The Parents would be able to keep on paying for the basic education never mind the extra trips and activities and equipment for this and that… at least:
The School was open and The Children did not need collecting until She finished her first-shift, and He finished his at The Bakery early evening, maybe, and she start her second-shift…while He took on The
Children again…then: or would the rally would put pay to all their carefully laid plans for the day:
‘Don’t forget after-school!’ the Older-One had called after him.
‘Mum!’ he called.
‘…half-day today!’ the School Teacher had joked and laughing together.

After sending the text about going to the rally, home, first as the children walked, not ran toward the nursery doors, the school-doors, and He out through the school gate, as he went towards The Factory Gates any way and then after meeting:
The Friendly Neighbour, they walked back towards their homes and assed by other shops, nodded and
said:
‘Hello’ to The Shopkeepers and Their Customers standing around inside and outside, on the Street as they passed:
‘What’s going to happen then?’ one called over:
‘Nothing!’ he called back.
Then to The Friendly Neighbour:
‘Again.’

Then he went up the stairs to the apartment balcony walkway.

When he got indoors with the key, shouted:
‘Hello!’ only just out of habit, and switched on the T.V. again, and started to clear the breakfast things away.
She had already set off for work with a sandwich and the last of the bread, re-called calling afterwards, after him, and then he thinking: did I say I’d bring some bread home?
And She’d said:
‘I don’t care if its stolen!’ laughing:
‘I’ll bring some from the shop…if they’ve got any!?
She said

‘Don’t lose your job over a loaf of bread!’

Lucky, I got some in yesterday
He thought and as if spoken out-loud; or sheer skill remembering what she’d told me before I went to work yesterday, and I didn’t forget…
But this time…today… and as He settled-down, with a last of the bread toasted-dry sandwich in front of the television to watch events unfold, he wondered: or did I just imagine that?
From some other time, yesterday? or at all, anyway…?! Anyway, what does it matter.
We need bread, then, mindful of the Midday Meeting at Work: and Shopping later at the Super-Hyper-Market wondering:
what would happen if there was no bread? No work? No money to pay for the bread, the shopping? The mortgage? worry reserving not for what would occur anyway, which as yet, he did not know for sure, for certain, what would happen today.
Only what might occur, could occur, which was all he could really think about.
Home, and a sandwich with whatever is left in the bottom of the bread-bin.
Some half-empty or half-full jar or a tub of something and back to work or not.
Before the rally and the international meeting at midday, reading quickly scanning the front page of the newspapers:
Stock-markets in Chaos! Turbulence. G-Group Meet at 12.00 High-Noon!
CC Club in difficulties…

Insider Report2
Today, there is so much owed by so many, that cannot even start to be paid-out, or will ever be paidback. This morning the stock-markets are closed. Once more World Trade has ground a halt. All financial currency and credit/loans trading, the trading of stocks and shares, that in recent times has left prices at all high time levels, overnight, have collapsed. We are in the greatest fiscal and financial crisis ever; and yet again…

Sitting at home no hurry he realised, then, again, if or if not before, this time: that he didn’t have any cash. Only a couple of plastic notes, the cash-card machines would be empty. If the Banks were closed. There had been panic withdrawing as well as buying yesterday, there would be risk going around and topping-up the moneymachines up with new notes, now, wouldn’t there?
Money Pay-Riots?

The vans and delivery vehicles will be headed-back, or staying in base, with all the money!

The armoured weaponized: Security-Vehicle bullet-proof cars, dark and light brown, black and silver striped, dusty rumbling over the go slow cobbled pedestrianised High Street. As if seen: shops either side, walking down The City-Centre. The as if (i)magined crowds emerged into the square and had emptied the Automatic BANK Teller Machine, well before, so simply locked-up boarded windows and doors, and money machines and empty shops. Social-Media connecting…
SmartPhone(s) across borders…
Civil un-rest internally toppling Nation-State(s) Trade-War rival(s)’: computer-trees:
Market-Knowledge missing transparency lies internet: Techno-Chaos.
Controlled Kaos into a future of permanent chaos, for not slowing down but getting faster and faster speeds…
Fake-New(s) Popular targeting Military as well as Economic might: Might may switch to Cyber-Crime and Currenc(y)ies Corporation(s) the size of any Nation-State without borders frontiers of knowledge and hyper- knowledge of each individual
Behavior-Data: as Universal as individually created
(E)motionalityies personality as
Unique Selling Point. Poisoned umbrella and arrow tipped hunting weapon(s).
Now Cyber-Warrior(s):
‘Move fast and break thing(s)…’ what does that mean?
‘City. Monetarise the-Data Dream-drive: (E)radicating deadly-mosquito: Eliminating deadly-species…’
‘Otherwise Racial Gender Identity (R/GId.): Owning In-Corporat(ed.)…’
Creative Common(s): Commonalit(y)ies: Criminalities No-Rule(s) except those made-up each time as we move-on to:
-Networked Tech.:
‘Not fairing well: not faring enough Government-Corp(s)(e): or: Nation(s)’ State-owner: worker(s):’
‘Own-People through their Taxes!’
‘Freely dis-owned by dis-information:’
‘Safe-target(s)…’
‘Control…’
‘One-Demagogue President-Leader(s)’ Sovereign Game(s) of Throne(s):’
‘To-now. Victim(s) 0f Social-Change not perp.(s): Agent(s) with People(s) signing-up:
Authoritarian-Bureaucrac(y)ies with evidence-based policy-making…
‘En-forcement?’
‘Democratic-Populism Free and Fair:’
‘Geographic-Number(s):’ adding-up minority threatened:
‘Family Minority-Dictatorship:’
‘Those of National-Bank Elite(s): Peoples’ Taxes: Pay-Business and Governance: Pay-Off: Free(m)ium-Benefit(s) Holidays paid-for expenses allowed.’ etcetera….
Paid-for: up-grading: costume: Weapons and Loot-Box:
‘People(s) re-verting to violent rioting…’
‘Working-Strike!’
‘Peaceful Re-fusal.’
‘Violent Re-Venge of the God(s)!’
‘Grand: Auto-Theft Rape Pimp and Prostitute(sshh…)’
‘Punishment. Not! Only in Military-War does the enemy Rape and Pillage!’
‘Battle-Back Nuclear-Batteryies…’
‘What-For?’
‘$?’
‘No.’
‘Y?’
‘Drone-City:WarFair5? By-Order! Trade-War(s): Of:-Leader(s)…’
On the field: back at the Centre:
‘In the Market(s)…’
‘Who have the Power to say No!’
‘No-Longer!!’
‘Although: Massed-mobilization:’
‘Mass-Service: With-Family Honour:’
‘To do-nothing is to Honour nothing.
‘Emergency-Power(s)…’ of energy demanding protection-propaganda machine known lies affecting morale movement heightened or shattered restricting knowledge through religion(s): re-viling or re- generating…renewables…
‘Every-moment:…’
Elite-Tech.-Corp.(s). Government of People(s) of themsel(f)ves:…
Popular as compromising enemies through
Media-Shopping and the Ballot-Box:Science: #
Fixing…
‘Not-certain…’
‘To: Day.’
‘As any day…’
‘Midday. WarFair4.com EvO-lution: Silicon-Valley and Mine(s) now Majorally Ads’ Revenue:
(I)ncentivized and: Con.!’
‘RE!’
‘Kant!’
‘It is not lost be-cause is only on-screen information but because it is@Uranium Silicate
Gold-and-Silver…’
‘That ‘We’ possess own earn?’
‘You?’
‘Numbers on a screen…to letters and pictures, evidence telling you what they mean?’
‘Or, what you think they may mean? False-promise(s).’
‘Fake?’
‘Orange?’
‘Golden. We staked all our money on gold, and gold it must be exchanged for…’
‘Price-onthescreen.’
Gaming-monetarizing money arising:
‘Trade.’
‘In-fluenc(e)…
‘Money High-rolling dice…’
‘Whaling…’
‘Blubbering…’ ‘Over-sight re-view…’
‘Non Re-View:’ oversight:
‘Tightly gripping expert(s):’
‘Ex-pert and non-expert leader(s) minister(s) and excerciser(s):’
‘Of Knowledge >’
@Analytic(s): list(s):…
‘Chaos.’
‘Winning!!!’

Under orders no doubt. Authorising-Regime Trooping-Arm(y)ies: bureaucratically-stabbed (s)tabbed-at:
TheEnvy: The: TechnoPower of Money movements.
Police-escort: definitely and: The-Supermarket: would not be open, anyway; since most people paid by:
Eazy-Cash: Credit/debit plastic-card: Gold Silver and Platinum: Loyalty-Card:
Only: the Staff-Discount: paid in the stocks of the stores: as well as the Goods in the Shop:
River-Island and Oceanic: WareHouses
WarHorses: know the new(s) infiltrate agents and exiles’ sabotage.
There was shortage already on the shelves, after one day, yesterday.
The Bank Cash-Machines were all virtually 24 hours anyway everyday of the working and non-working week.
Months and Years would go by like this. Then. It would all be gone.
Robbed. Or hoarded. Possibly with violence. Maybe they’ll be closed, waiting with all their Stock for the Prices, .

He exclaimed, to himself in image of threatened looting hundreds and thousands of Shoppers ‘stripping the shelves of everything paying, or not’.
Closed. The-Supermarket: could be open for the next day; if everything was sorted-out by then he wondered If?
And how much would everything cost, once it was all sorted out?
With what pay? None? Unemployed? Homeless? What about the food and everything?
Corporations and Governments. Duty bound, to their Stock Holders, their Voters, to put the prices-up, to their customers, to keep prices down. Their Customers…
Where? Trade-Wars? Price Wars? Rich-Wars? Shopping Wars?
Plastic-Money Climate-Wars? Theft&Debt Wars: Credit: Money-War(s)…
Trade and Tech.-Credit Wars w All
Customers not Customary…
They at Home: would have enough to stock up once and then be broke, again; and, if we don’t get paid into the Bank and to them, then what?! and suddenly he thought less calmly. He had to get some money from the bank and for the mortgage had to be paid would the mortgage be paid if The Mortgage-Bank was closed?
There was food in tins and packets in the kitchen and freezer and water in the tap.
He had a little money, cash.
She always had some…us(u)ally…so they should be alright for a few days.
Perhaps?
The Banks had been shut before:
‘Bank Holidays!’
‘Paid or unpaid?’
‘That’s all?’
‘#It will get sorted out…’ he exclaimed to himself, and the Home.
Goto: The Supermarket tomorrow, when The Banks would all no doubt be open again:
‘Online! After all, they are not going to want to lose business’ he said out loud and to himself, and read:
‘No deliveries orders except to the vulnerable from the Local Food-Bank.’
Bank-Business! He thought i get paid so that they get paid and so they pay people like me to pay the prices to pay them back and so it goes around and no- one else except the TV screen, on.
On the T.V. more reports from The Stock-Markets, around the world. Those that had closed or opened and then closed and not opened for breakfast lunch or tea, suppertime.
Dinner/Supper, Super! The City, the Financial Quarters only, but not justly, waiting instruction from Big
Business Corporation(s) subscribed too and can’t, get-out, easily and Government and The-Market(s).
Every millisecond of every day, everything moving, again.
Experts, to give their expert opinion. Minor officials from banks and governments’ made statements, to the effect that The Banks were closed today as if anyone did not know that by now. The Administration.
Unless they were brain- dead; or living in the middle of the jungle, or the desert, or up a mountain with no electricity no radio-signal smoke-signals:
‘Bank-charges to be dropped to minimal and Taxes dropped too for the richest to stimulate the economies.’
‘All?’
‘Worldwide. Government Officials are meeting to discuss the crisis.’
‘Criteria? For what?’
From the TV. The statement at midday would:
‘Calm fears of looting…’ etc. never mind looting that had already happened, and was about to kick off again, somewhere, maybe even here.
News continued to come in from around the world and was broadcast simultaneously raw and unedited reports on audio and video from Cities and Country-side.
Cataloguing the un-folding events.
The sound and pictures of people meeting being interviewed.
Ready to comment on the announcements and their responses: at the International Conference the most wellknown and many totally unknown faces exchange formalities…
Beckoning each other forward, back or sideward, in gestures of Power-Broking, and Politicking.
They and as the audience, were made to laugh, like them coyly in public; at comments made amongst each other shook hands and slapped backs.
Press-conference and delegate meeting(s) bull-dozed-in stat(ed.):
‘The Governments and Banks however, so far cannot agree. Either between themselves, or each other. What if they don’t agree?’
Media-Hype pro’s&cons.
Lines were drawn and withdrawn re-drawn and drawn, anew; still, there were too many vested interest(s):
mov(e)ing the money around: on screen:
‘That)(s): Global Basic Dividend/Ratio: Final?’
Sign the document: Online:
‘Was…not.’
‘What? Divide-again and-Rule?’
‘Global Basic Salary-Insurance…’
‘Pension-Assurance?’
‘Government: Pay-Bonds and Tax-Tarif(s) Session…’
‘Getting re-solved…’
‘Midday?’
From the Studio: above and behind: The City:
tarMacAdam: Concrete-Road Bridge and Railway-Junction.
Various crossroads: Y and T and X intersection forked, knifed and spooned: to The City seamless linked centre taped-off in yellow and black, blue and white, red and black, as a crime-scene, unknown-b4.

  1. The Banker and The Clerk.
    People coming into The City and towns, and even village-centre(s); gathered, or emptied, travelling-out, and in. On Motor-Bike and Car. Coach and Container-Lorr(y)ies: like a crime scene, they were made out to be: –
    Nationalist-Exit Security: Re-Main:
    Presidential-Monarchial Famil(y)ie(s):
    Union: The Demonstrators and the Security Forces.
    Outside, and inside CCTV cameras reached the Boardrooms and Bedrooms’ Bathrooms leaking e-mails: toxic enough, high-level:
    Puts and Calls being put-in
    Drop-placed kickback dropped/rose:
    -On Present-Index: texting sexting…misogynoir un-moving…
  • Account: Credit: Default(s) Commission (ABDC)
    (i)nterest-rate(s): N/n: and Credit Re-bate A-bate(s): altering: re-payment: Analysis-Scenario-1:
    News Broadcast: cultural-values moral myth&dream:
    ‘We all seem(ed.) to be holding our-own Our Collective breath(s) and await further announcement. People arrived to work to join the meetings and demonstrations that were already gathering in great numbers at workplaces, town square piazza and villages streets, roads in and out of:
    City Centre(s): Entre-Preneurship(s): converting-value willingness&capacityies
    ‘As The Whole World Protests in City and Town-Square…what do you make of it?’
    ‘On-line and in front of your TV Station: now?’
    The President’s Face appeared.
    It was difficult to tell if at the beginning or end or an almost endless sounding speech, perhaps on loop: The President looked drawn, but was accordingly:
    ‘Adamant no-changes would be-made’.
    After the previous-offer re-fused: of limited change had been ignored and the speech went on and on round and round. Reports and interviews, speeches, and the chants of gathering crowds.
    The claims of Government-Officials, Politicians and Market Ex-perts at Home and Abroad.
    Supplanted by de-clarations from people on:
    The-Ground. From Workplace Meetings and City Centre Assemblies and from World-Wide Web embedded: InterNet and TeleVision NetWorks:
    (i)n some places there was the sound of Police and Ambulance and Fire sirens and the rumble of tanks and of truncheons beating on protective shields.
    On the TV screen.
    On the rapidly re-booted: snarling-Smart: Cell-Phone: add-on screen: the picture froze the phone-book emptied: Error message 303: Invalid connection…connection closed…

As overcrossing an Estuary bridge unnoticed perhaps by anyone-else in the carriage.
Uncared if-noticed or-not by anyone else at-all.
Except now each by the in-Thrall.
Both likewise momentarily inadvertently, and actually advertorial making eye-contact: flash-framed each-other and through the shared-window as in bright-rainbow and blue sky-coloured mirror imaged as through each ofthemselves. Each Other enraptured recklessly, perhaps, or to be wrecked.
As if replicated, refreshing…relishing as then focused-away both to the outside-world as in-differently, similarly, un-differently, perhaps; yet in-evitably always differently…

From the Estuary-Town Bridge stopped for shunting.
Freight-Train many miles long.
The one back towards, other-one now staring and starting beyond both towards the as yet unseen, unseemly rapidly oncoming-City.
Anyway-horizontally and vertically to the same outside-world moved-past; moving-past and through oppositely and into thus as inevitably differently viewed as to what was initially referred to, that too, was soon made obvious:
‘So, what do We make of it?’
‘’WE’? Un-charted territory…’
‘(I(N)(n)ovation that is what is needed.’
‘That is what IT is!’
‘Staples? Food&Home. Health&Happiness. Conrinue-Car(e) ing…’
‘Doesn’t much matter what It is. As long as It sells. Food-feeding. New functions…’
‘New markets…’
‘That are the previously drowned-out?’
‘Fell! Through-the-roof!’
‘Hung from the-Bridge?’
‘Mental! Metal. And Oil and Gas and Minerals…’
‘Plastics.’
‘If You can get away with It!’
‘Again! The same!’
‘Mistake. Oligarch(y). Again.’ crafted legend on-screen: names and places times and as instantaneously:
‘Differentially. Relative Centres of the Universe! Meteoric!’ collisioning, colliding folding downwards, and inward full-fell yellow-brown red-and-blue racial species gender-bias 49-51 Green gender wash mud-sliding and earth-quaking shaking bursting volcanic red- flaming…livid:
‘Holy-Stoning!’
Livid:
‘Once-lived!’
‘Lived-again!’
‘Solutioning!’
‘Experimental!’
‘Life! Always! Innovation. That’s what make it exciting.’
‘Even Financially rewarding…’
‘Or not?’
‘Each season brings…’
‘New things. Experimental as in ‘Scientific’?’
‘An Act of Trust.’
‘Trusted-Trade.’
‘In Method?’
Functional-formatic:
‘Political-Bureaucratic?’
‘Financial-Fixed?’
‘Balanced?’
‘Protection.’
‘So, who wins?’
‘We do. Win-Win!’
‘Free-Trade? The Richest World-Business Politician leaders’…Newspapers…’
‘Old-Hat! haha.’
‘Old-Fart! Not at all of us, haha.’
‘Loser Loses…’
‘Everyday. Everyday returns!’
‘No-Limit(s):’
‘No-Borders?’
‘No, not all of us…’
‘All the time otherwise…’’
‘Fair-shares. Somewhere-else: Not. Worse.’
‘Greedy, then? Usury!!’
‘Zero-Rate(s): Social-Interest…’
‘Secure?’
‘In-Security!’
‘So, who is not…’
‘Exactly, who is-normal?’
‘Not. What is-normal, eh?’
‘Normal Se-Curit(y): Lifestyle? You?’
‘Company: Plant? Eh? Journ(0)list? Keeping the Company-Line?’
‘I was here first, you sat down.’
‘But how would I know? Government-Officer? That’s ‘It’ isn’t it? Doing the-Governments’ dirty work? Tax-Collector?’
‘Inspector? No? Digging Holes. Going-up poles!’
‘You?’
‘To fall-in?’
‘And I filling ‘em in again…’
‘’Rev(er)end’ Revenue-Regulation? Across the Borders…’
‘Social-Media. With: The-Peoples Work!’
‘In the Tax-Office? Government-corridors? Room(s). Got the ear?’
‘Pigs’ ear!’
‘Sows’ sows ears!’
‘The Tax-Purse!’
‘The purse-strings you mean?’
‘In a barrel of our-own making…’ each e-stock and commodity Government-
Bonded. Share-Price passed each sell-by date out-dated: as lower and lower price-marker losses moved across The-Bridge: electronic-boards against rows of banked fan-tail desktop screen(s)-closing: listing: achronycal and apocryphal-foreign and un-pronounceable; or home-grown and familiar, and closed.

  1. The Wrecking-Ball.
    The-Clerk asking now:
    ‘So. How did ‘We’ get into this mess?’
    ‘What mess?’
    ‘This cycle of indebtedness again?’
    ‘This dis-array!’ into the screen:
    ‘Fast-Action…Slow- motion…saw It-coming? Pile-up. Hit the buffers. Off-the-rails…’
    ‘Train-wreck?’
    ‘This little-Turbulence…’ the-Banker perhaps unexpectedly uncompromising in response, to the-Clerks’ questioning, reckoning:
    ‘Wrecking-Ball!!’ banging both closed fists together.
    Recovering, The-Banker:
    ‘There is a market-situation known as Demand and Supply.’
    ’Where if a company doesn’t have enough shares in stock to cost and sell; distribut(e)ing…’
    ‘Then this increases the price for these as a result: This is known as a Bull-Market…’
    ‘And this is what we have?’
    ‘Or perhaps had…’
    ‘Bear Market? Or perhaps a Dragon-Market now?’
    ‘Eagle?’
    ‘Anyway…’
    ‘A Tiger-market?’
    ‘A growling Jaguar squawking screeching-Macaw-Monkey Market if you like! A Liger!’
    ‘A Tion!’
    ‘A Lie-grrrr!’
    ‘Acceptance, only Natural.’
    ‘Bonfire? Of the Vanities!’
    ‘‘It’ doesn’t matter what you call ‘It’’
    ‘The Bigger Picture (TBP)…’
    ‘Smaller.’
    ‘Cake.’
    Thinking outside in the-box…
    ‘The-Cage.’
    From apparently outside the carriage momentarily looked blankly, thought and spoke, the-Banker thought through the glass:
    ‘The reverse-situation…’
    ‘Re-Verse like-Racism?’
    ‘Financial voter-fear everywhere.’
    ‘Affirmative-action.’
    ‘Supremacy.’
    Looking away, and then back:
    ‘Privileged-Demand.’
    ‘Demand then Supply? Give and Take? Take, then not-give back?’
    Con-clusively not-getting the reverse-irony from the pen-ultimately: simultaneously auto: closing…
    Un-concerned: Trade(s): anti-Trust: someone you know: Head of the Family at HQ.
    Trust-Buster(s): a long way behind the-curve:
    Consumer Customer-Welfare:
    Over: The-Bridge: un-named…continuing out the other end of a concrete cement volcanic: mountain-tunnel:
    subway sub-station airshaft: con-(d)(i)(t)ioning:
    ‘Bear-Market: this is when there is an increase in sellers…’
    ‘I know that…’
    ‘…and a fall in buyers: Stocks? Stopped. Goods? Services and: The money…mostly…’
    ‘Cash?’
    ‘Whose?’
    ‘Toxic?’
    ‘Yours?’
    ‘Mine?’
    Bluntly:
    ‘For: Shares: (i)nvestment(s):’
    ‘Every-Bodies’…’ savings pensions and insurance: investment: salaries and wage-rate(s): monthly… weekly and short-day: rates:…
    ‘This is now how what we now have.’
    ‘Risk?’
    ‘Shared? The International-Banks and Economic-Zones:
    Government and Corporation(s): IT is a Global Market.’
    ‘Shared?’
    ‘Now the bottom has fallen out of it? No. Share the Pain?’
    ‘No.’

From the-Banker, a printed-card handed over with writing seen:

The Rational Equitable: Economic. Effective. Efficient.
(The-City Skyline Logo)
Nothing else: coated black-leather diamonte cream-clothed City-spectrum grey-suited:
‘Valuable Rational-Equitable?’
‘Equitable-Value?’
‘Rational@not-Equitable?
‘You think this is Easy, too?’ as if practiced before.
The-Clerk taking and reading the-card noted:
‘Valuable Market(s):’
‘Rational-Logistics. Import/Export: Boom!’
‘Bang-Again!’
‘Bang!!’
‘And Bust!’
‘Again!’
‘Stopped. Prices…Failure. Tax-Sub-sid(y)(s) or Sanc-Tion(s):
‘Scarcity.’
‘Starvation.’
‘SubPrime: Mort-Gages: Negative-equity: stay for five-year(s): Homeless.’
‘Space-Rocket Debt(s)!’
‘Then?’
‘No-Debt(s) as such, you see?’
‘You?’
‘Owing?’
‘No?’
‘Debts?’
‘Tax-Evasion?’
‘Avoidance.’
‘Of course, they would not be Taxes otherwise.’
‘Earning. Pay As You Earn (PAYE)? Or not?’
‘Then paid in advance 1-3 month deal(s):’
‘Short-growing season…’
‘1-3 years…’
‘Longer…’
‘Base Metals and Pharma-Food Mineral(s): Priced. Valued: 3-5year(s): Harvest-Moon: Money…’
‘Worthless? Taxation the same.’
‘De-Valueing: currency against other: Rich/poor list(s):
‘Subsid(y)ie(s):’
‘Worth less to they who give.’
‘Re-Valuing: Bought-Up See?’ > <Cheaply0(IES)’ falling-in…gradually:…’
‘De-bit: Cre-dit: driven…’
‘Given re-mit: hit, hard, tortured, for failing…
‘On-(I)nterest made:’
‘Reasonable.’
‘Re-Paid. Credit-Debit: Paid again, see?’
‘And The Cash-Funds?’
‘Of-course, to draw-back on…’

Free-running now on all-cylinders. The-Banker let loose, re-covering, on the tracks, next-steps: next-track line:
‘The Stock-Market Prices although always at some point in the past minimal seconded in seconds. Pica-
Quantum seconds!’
‘Like the-last night?’
‘Confidence remains-high…’
‘Others’ collapsed completely.’
‘As the others…’
‘Short! Risen by more…’
‘Buy them up?’
‘You got IT!’
‘No, you got it…’
‘Money?’
‘Nothing…’ as the previous evening passed into-night and into this day for The-Banker:
‘From:First-impact! Trading instantly as a Body:’ collapsed.
‘In the moment between open and closed.’
‘Fortunes re-tained…’
‘And fortunes lost.
‘Not this one!’ in that brief second-take before the closure the final roll of coins landing face-or tailup…across the-Globe without the liquid monetary-assets to pay or re-pay; or, to cash-in:
‘New: Target:’
‘Space?’
‘You Try It?’
‘Go Up in a Rocket?’
‘Yes. In case it blows up, you paid for it!’
‘For the Asset(s) to be burned-off?’
‘Asset? Whole-Corporation(s):
‘Brought-down!’
‘Presidents. Governments?’
‘Even!’
‘Greedier! Gluttonous…’
‘Rapacious.’
‘To be sold-on…’
‘Bad-pimped…’
‘With non-existent Judicial-Credit.’
‘Just: on-paper:
‘Only. Un-
Just(l)(*y)?’
On-screen:
‘People-Paradox: tautolog(y)ies: competition: author(y)ities:’
‘Technical-offences small-minded simply:’
‘Corporate-Merchant. Investment-Bank Rational-Equitable(s)?’
‘Reasonable? Efficient? Economic. Financed?’
‘Effective?’
‘Finished.’

On-screen:
‘The Credit is the Country! Where We Are!! All-Assets! Instant-Winnings! Win-Win!’
‘All Put’s made must Stay-on! Stalled!’
‘In-Stalled Precisely! Business as Usual! Trillionaires-Only!’
‘Quadrillion or Nothing!’ is moving…

As if behind a paper curtain hidden, heard, anger:

‘Since the inevitable: Pay-up-and Get-out!’ the-Clerk now sub-claused:
The-Banker:
‘Currency currently and con-currently worthless in name but shares worth the value of the product:’
‘What Product? Services. Not-making Primaries: but Secondary: Initial Re-Sources:
‘Food and Water.’
‘Imported Shelter.’
‘Work Welter-Services?’
‘Good?’
‘Fire and Ambulance. Army/Police: Hospital and Social-Worker(s):’
‘Welfare?’
‘Food-Bank. Re-volving Door(s). Restaurant-Hotel: adapting to those who need a roof and those who need food primarily, then, everything else follows…’
‘Money?’
‘Security?’
‘Happiness HotSpot(s)?’
‘Health?’
‘Stock?’
‘Money?’
‘None.’
‘Relative to others. Not of-themselves toxic…’
‘But toxic of whatever noxious-currency they are being bought and sold-for!’
‘Exactly.’
‘Or-not, as the case may be.’
‘Nuclear!’
‘Exactly!’
‘Negotiable, shall we say?’
‘And the-goods?’
‘The-property of whoever has bought or been sold-out. As: moneyed-share(s) in the first place.’
Except now…
‘Money. Locked-up. Worth nothing. Hardly…except the actual goods? Good? Got to get them moving…’
‘And the only way to do that?’
‘I only ask once.’

Looking-out of the window. Across oil-field pipeline gravel graveyard pitted mined hillsides.
Concrete cement-based conveyer-belt-brick-buildings, smoke-stacked flues…venting:
‘With wider and wider differential-ratings…’
Deliberately looking again, forward through the window, directing the gaze:
‘Stalled-also.’
‘Between one day and the-next…’
‘Between one-place…
‘…and an-other.’

Looking, out-the-window:
‘Until this Day.’
‘When the-Bear laid-down?’
‘Or clawed Its way back…’
‘The Markets?’
‘Goosing!’
‘Taken to the air…or whatever….’
‘Crash landed.’ without any other animal-analogy thought-of statuesque yet misrepresented the otherwise rapidly turning-numbers turned-off frozen and unrevealing shot-down drowned-out surfaced: exploded in slowmotion…in-pieces:
‘Shot-down!’ market-marker board, and screen-seen pictured, mobile-camera photographed: on the train travelling from where The Worlds’ Stock-Markets’ early-day trading had or would have already begun. With the hammering of ancient cast-metal, a brazen-gong, heard.
A knotted-tied rope-pulled, a whistle or an air-horn, or an electronic buzzer air-vibration-released…
Warning-signal…
‘Red light…’ black as the night, yellow-red, to blue-green, as to the light of day.
As when the field or factory-hooter: blasted pale pastel-yellow rising over the horizon.
As at the-beginning, and then again, the closing-of-Business-Trading.
The-previous-day, where-ever it was; trading-constantly throughout the world, around the globe, and then as with each evening. following-on morning, to the final-days’ trade, and the next un-started: ‘Final-Trade?’
‘What?’
‘Was it correct? Or not?’

The-Clerk checking-accounts’ screen: clicking: Credit? Advanced?
Lost! The Entire History of The World: Sherman-Tank and blasted into mud and rock.
<Granite and Sand: Salt.

Iron, Steel and Home. Still got a Home?’
‘Public: Limited-Liability.’
‘Computer-Company: or Glass: building-sand@:
The-Banker:
‘Aces-in-their-Places!’
‘Done-deal? Commission?’
‘Profit-margins n/N…’ rapidly typing numbers and entering the fray…
‘Building-Risk: n/N
‘Bonus! Stays! Stay-Put. Until they are Put. Again?’
‘All that is in the-Future…’
‘Exactly.’
‘Now.’
‘So, it doesn’t matter, now?’
‘Ker-ching!’
‘Blinging!’ behind the scenes.
Future stabilizing then immediately:
‘Back onto the Dealing-room floor leveraging core-competencies…’
‘Play for-today?’
‘Pay for today!’
‘Daily Me.’’
Social-Media…
‘Back-to-Bankruptcy.’
‘Ticket-takeover: Boom! waved through…’
‘Con-Tort and Ex-hort…’
Legal-Frame (e) L-F (ING):
‘Border(s) uncertain: commission: fees and fortune: all: shopping-list(s): mis-leading data not-open leading data rushing…
‘No-Going Back (NGB). Federal Trade Commission (FDC): Department(s): of Justice (DoJ(s))’ The-Train: re-freshment(s)-trolley. Bought and Sold. Hot and cold, coffee and tea, and snacks delivered paid-for placed onto: The Table: between:
‘Well. Here’s the Deal…’un-questioning intention anymore:
‘Further-loans at fixed-assured rates…’
‘Assured?’
‘To re-finance the debt?’
‘What debt?’
‘Re-Venue(s): payment(s) made in data: puta(t)ive-takeover(s): Land Bank and Industry: flex(i)ble: FTC and DOJ. Your debt: covering possible-losses…’
‘Surely?’
‘Loss-over-Profit:last-year:…’
‘Compensation-cover…’
‘Guaranteed?’
‘You Bet?!’
‘Do you?’
‘Never. Insurance. Never use that word!’
‘What never?’
‘Libel.’
‘Insurance…guaranteed-compensation.’
‘Lives.’
Pen(£)ionPersonal-Private Investements’ (i)nterest-rate(s):…felled payments increased with surety of:
Inter-Bank (IB) Inter-Governmental (IG):
‘Loan?’
‘Self? not-Shareholder paying fraud: Rate-fixing…Price-Fixing?’
‘Cartel? The International Conference! World-Bank(s). Of course! Currency! Electric! Fixed-
Price(s) Interest and Ex-change Rates (FPIERs)…’
‘Will take care of that. A declaration expected today…’
‘Mid-day.’
‘Or thereabouts…’
Re-called. Stepped-back, looked. Stepped-up…and in again:
‘No-longer Banking…anywhere.’
‘Anyway…’
‘Yes. I know that.’
‘The Conference: To stabilize: Major Global-Currenc(y)ies: against each-other…’
‘Exchange-Rates.’
‘I know that too!’
‘At some lower fiscal rate agreed. Or not? Yet? Higher?’
‘And lower…’
‘You got it!’
‘No, You got It.’
At the same time:
‘If You got it they got you.’
‘What-if: The Inter-National Conference.’
‘Cannot agree?’

The-Banker looking-up sharply and out of the window as if there were nothing there. Where farms and factory-buildings, homes and retail-parks flashed-by.
Held. The-Clerk, as if sub-claused again, now. Left out-in-the-cold. The- Sun: warming hillside outside, shouldered out of the window reflection…moving-on. Attempting, open-jawed to fill the void…but no words came out.
Dry-mouthed, and with an intangible uncertainty unfamiliar-anxiety both yet not so obviously one to the other, and again, anyway retorting to:
The-Bankers’ incomplete statement, and asking again:
‘For: Shares: (i)nvestment(s): Political-Priorit(y)ies: Propert(y)ies. Building(s): Tech.: Money and
Mond Benefit: Online:’
‘Global-girdling gurgling belts of perennial drought and flood water and food shortages…
‘And if they cannot agree?’ deliberately paused.
‘They cannot dis-agree. Interest-rates Only!’ not even thought about:
‘Base-Rate Justly-Rises!’
‘20%!’
‘That they must Do!’
‘They will!’
‘Their will, of course, they must!’
‘Justly?’
‘Enormous-Clout! We will prevail!’ photo-shopped elastic-banded sprung-back missiles blasted into hordes of hired-mourners massed-crowds, gazing at a passing poster advert, both:
‘Democratic-Proportionate ratios: N/nnn…’
‘Stock-Market shares…Super-Market Sweep! Hyper-Mar4kets:’
‘Global…’
‘Troop(s)er(s): at points and places…’
‘Numbers gone.’
‘Bull: Bear-Eagle…’
‘Dragon.’
‘Makes the-odds?’
‘Does the Deals. In money…some may-not return…’ everyday shopping?
Going to the cinema, theatre…un-knowable until the first and last words are uttered…
‘Bear-Cage Sport.’
‘No-one knows how this will turn out.’
‘Exactlyies.’
‘That is one-way where sport differs from…’
‘Theatre?
Theatre…
‘Bull-fight. Mexico-Eagle.’
‘Komodo-Dragon?’ di-urnal solitary carnivorous hunters of pig and deer, hunted water-Buffalo, and fishes out of the house-waters to eat…
‘In the soup…’
‘Name names…’
‘Korey Wise. Yusef Salaam. Linda Fairstein. Park Madison Square Gardens.’
‘Bruce.’
‘Ava du Vernay.’
‘Nipsey hussled.’
‘Trust Project. Fam(i)l(y) e-fi®m(s)…’
‘Pro-Bono!’
‘Legal. Council…’
‘Good Law Project. Democratic proportional rep.(s) reflect voters and non-voters views proportionately or…’
‘Proportionabl(y)?’
‘Some adapt…some do not.’
‘There is the fight: the fright and flight. Exile…’
The Well Fair-Benefits System into Sovereign-Wealth:
‘Fixed: in their advantage. Corporate-Government: Gamed.’
Bounced back and forth:
‘And then it is over.’
‘Then, there is the mental fight…’
‘Real or imagined?’
‘Over, and over, in-detail?’
‘A lie?’
‘Changing the-story…’
‘Does not Bear-witness?’
‘Ohhh Bullish!’
‘Yak! Dragonic. Only the-Truth! Truth will prevail…’
‘Eagle-Justice: will-prevail…’ no-matter how un-likely driven, as being still, waiting for things to happen:
Re-action. Response. Consequences. Re-(d)action. Unprepared. Prepared. Predictable: Un-predictable: scenario:
‘Price-War. Shopping-Wars. Deal-Wars?’
‘Trade-War.’
‘Money Pay-Wars everywhere all the time…’
‘Negotiating Tax-War Benefit(s) Only!’
‘Averting-Disaster! (AD!): that is what: The Conference: is All-about: creating the conditions for…’
‘Disaster-Capitalism!’
‘Trade! Free&Fair!’
‘That is All?’
‘Democratic-Socialism ever-lasting…’
‘Anyway…’
‘Everyday…’
‘(I)n both our favours, then?’
‘Sure…OK, so 50-50 then?’
‘Of the profits…and the losses.’
‘OK! Profit from Losses! You got It!’
‘No…you have.’ patent-Profit: stolen available worldwide from shared-academy-styled: research:
No longer rising…’ as unknown before…a-moment…then:
<Payback Time! @The Big-Banks: National and Private: Family-International: Global Co’s CEO:
Limited-Liability Partnership(s):
‘The-Government(s)’ ‘The People’ in-Corporated.’ in the background…foreground: pulling the strings…
(Is) suing-suggestions: modeling modest debt-reminders…cash-flow cut-off threats if-necessary:
sanctions….
‘For-Fuel-flow cut-off…’
‘Unnecessary?’
‘Bargain: Trade-Agreement’s:’
‘Trade-ins? For what?’
‘Fishing-Farming-Subsidy…’
‘Pharming!’
‘Phishing.’
‘Plastic!’
‘Money!’
‘GasOil Gold.’
‘Tax…’
‘Call It what you will…’
‘Ex-tracting: Money.’
On screen:
‘Deep-Mind.’
‘Deep-Water: Trouble…’
‘BLACK-rock…’
Nautilus Minerals: gold, zinc and copper, lustrous alloyed silicon metal(s):
‘Making: thing(s)…4D. Metals? Minerals? Insider: Industrial: Digital-Machinery: made: Goods and
Services: made-in: Internal-Market(s): Territorial-Water(s): slurrying slush silted: contractual-difficulties:
MB Holding Omani and MetalLionVest:

Russia. Share(s)? Stock(s)? When?

AllTheTime Corps.:
‘Highest-bidder: Harvest?’
‘Manufacturing Good(s) and Service(s):…’
‘It’ gets more-serious: always The Government Federal and centralised: Root&Branch.’
Stock-broth and Bread! Medical-supplies…’
‘Could say that…Trade-stoppage?’
‘Stopped!’
As Embargo Sanctions really-stopped:
‘Re-started: food-shortages and no-water, how about that?’
‘Medical-supplies?’
‘Bread?’
Siege-Blockade
Currency: as-Sanction(s):
‘Bite! Market4what? Currency?’
‘Food!’ wet-and-dry:
‘Waste! Data! We Grow Our Own! Stable Healthy-(E)conomyies…’
‘Thanks.’ ‘Whose?’
‘Your(s): Social-Stability…’
‘Purely-Financial-agreement’s…’on the sly sky-line glanced, surreptitiously or openly simply unchallenged:
‘Then IT is down to others. Us? Politicians. People.’
‘Buy-in?’
‘Or Sold-off. Buyers or Sellers’ Market?’
‘Country.’
‘Army? Weapons?’
‘Depends, if you are a Buyer, or a Seller!’
‘Boom! BOOM!!…and Bust.’
‘And BOOM!! Again!’
‘Until it’s time to go Bust! again…’
‘’It’ is all about when you get-in and when your get-out…’ in the background now:
Car engines racing against each-other, then, from the Cock-Pit:
‘Each-Other!’
‘Natural-selection de-selection!’
‘National-Selection Den(i)zen? Elections?’
‘Express. Free-and-Fair?’ for later-Life: Health: and retirement from work for Leisure (Time-Warner)@Re-search: development…de-signing titles’ run…
Pictured: capital-accumulation by debt-dispossession asset-release:
‘Voter winnings suppression instilling-fear by assumed-threat.’ tweeting supremacy treating hopelessness as homelessness with helplessness negative campaigning re-pression quantifying-data:
‘Push the Envelope. Whatever that means…’
‘Blame. Provoke other-riots&not social-care. Target for-eternity…’
‘Family?’
‘Could be. Family-Farm? or Something?’
‘Something…’ as a small-Business flourishing…
Mocking? Seriously…
The-Banker accordingly, affordably, breaking-out of the cyclical-contortion, if for nothing-else in-particular, except attempting-testily an explanation of:
‘The customary re-normalising-writ to be re-presented.’
‘Of what may be implied…’
‘Not: in Real-terms:’
‘un-Realistic?’
‘True?’
‘Then…’
‘You could say that. Monetary-Terms&Conditions Trade(s)-Union(s): and that which will decide the-
Day!’
‘This Day?’
‘Periodic-Existential-Crisis of Capitalism…’
‘Again! Proletarian-Communism. Again! The End of State-Communism. Failures…’ ‘Of: Collateral.’
‘Money! People’s Capitalism! National Investment-Banking Services (NIBS)!’
‘Goods and Services! Us! Accounting-for: Raw- material(s): Metals and minerals from this Earth!’
‘GasOilPlastic (GOP)! Solar Wind&Wave Nuclear Daily!’
‘Moon-Fools!’
‘Gold! now Money itself!’
Pica Nano-second by second…
’’It’ seems…’
‘’It’ is only having that Competitive-edge.’ -Elect/ric.
‘Naturally.’
Naturally:
‘Nationally? I see it in you. You’re a ‘Natural!’
-Sense-of
-OFF
A bit too sarcastically, or was it ironical, or even:
‘To be honest…’
‘Anglo: French Kings’ Country.’
‘Queens’? Elle-Presidiente! National-State!’
‘And otherwise?’
Viking-Irish: Scotti-Skandi:
Western-Russe: Caucus: Iberian Semitic
Euro-Greater British with Celtic and Gaelic Ireland
Scotti again and again…
English-Midlands’ Northampton from Tilbury to:
London re-main(ed.):
Re-Maining…like- Royalty.
Some. Time(s)
Rigged fak(ed.) NEW(S)BITE:
‘Bight?’
‘New(s) numbers on re-peat…’’
‘Each Generation: does its’ best.’
‘Fake-news. Stock-Market(s):N/nnn…’
‘Good? City?’
‘You mean you haven’t been up ‘til now?’
‘Noooo…Country? To be honest…’
‘Too honest, perhaps?’
‘Who?’
‘All of us.’
‘Or, none. Everything I say is false…News? You think?’
‘True?’
‘Never mind.’
‘Some…’
‘Only if True?’
‘Eh?’
‘False?’
‘Only if True.’
‘If Only The-Truth. Only if Naturalised National-State.’
‘Known lyin’ and cheatin’…’
‘Human Nature: Animal-Spirits…’ self
Re-cognised…
Citizen. Country-Den(i)zen other-observ(ed.) self-fulfilling in the glow of a naturalistic-fallaciously held- privately…and publicly-renewed admiration:
‘Respec’. Free-Will.’
‘Asteroid belt can’t keep us together…’
‘We prepare for ‘It’.’
‘‘We’ Will? Our-Will?’
Meeting head-on:
‘Scheduled-in.’
‘On what?’
‘Commodities. This Stock-Market…’
‘De-bacle! Truth-Decay. Facts don’t Matter. Dis-belief yet enforced belief in institutions fact-gaps manyminds complex online media governance flag ‘n’ tag. Change Dynamis all the time electro-magnetic fields Gforces adrenalin driving dangerous cyberforces at work to poison minds and bodies. Destroyers of Standards spoken and unspoken not what they say but what we leave out.’
‘Do you? Or could you have been?’
‘Prepared for this? No.’
(I)(n)(tel.) (cel.) the correct place, at the correct time, with the correct amount of risk to:
‘As in: preparations for a failed Harvest?’
‘Market? Software-Crash? That’s if it is? Isn’t it?’
‘Cover-up Conspiracy! You want Me to fix the-software…Farm-Price. Pharma. Food—Price(s): Med.s:
reviewed re-placed changed every eighteen months and going-down: N/n…Daily! Like the Energy-Hardware micro nano-second-by second…’
‘Faster and faster…’ no-one notices until the final second.
‘What is that game you have there? Warfare?’
‘Game?’
‘WarFair4.’
‘WarFare4?’
‘Only another Trading-Game: Cost-Price(s) War(s):’
‘Battles’ Bullets&Bandage(s): and…’
Sold&Bought: Price(s):
‘Asteroid belt can’t hold them together…
‘Resources:Home>’
‘Money?’
‘Class.’
‘Army-Class? Workers. Labours’ Humanitarian-Aid: Government(s)’
United-Nation(s): President(s):
Royal-Secular: Nation-States: de-salinate sat(ed.) salt(ed.)
Poison(ed.)ING
Weapon(s): Man-U-Factoryies:…
‘All going down unless we catch up with I.T!’
‘Homeless steaders!!’
WARFAIR4.com HOMESTEADers-11!
‘Jobs and Mortgage!’
‘Godless Atheist-Nation!’
‘So What?’
‘Anarchist?’
‘…Agnostic is enough.’
‘And Savings…’ going-down…
‘What savings? Investment(s). Oh…’
‘Family-Business? Livelihood? Loans?’
‘…and-Home?’
‘And the Credit-Debit Loyalty-Card(s):…’
‘Mort-en-gaged.’
‘Pay-Day Loan(s) (PDL):’
‘Debts that go with…’
‘Be-Prepar(ed.)…’
‘What? So, what are the rest of us supposed to prepare-for? To be starved into submission like subservient Pariah’s’? To be Homeless…and at War with the World?’
‘Nature?’
‘So, Mort-gagged. Credit/Debit Plastic Card&cards…

Own anything else? Shop-cards? Loyalty-Card

Nature is that?
How many? Ex(e)cutive? Or: non-executive? Ex-Executive? What about the Banks? Investment-Houses owned?
‘What about the Banks? Owned?’
‘U mean owed. I?’
‘Not the Shares?’
‘Pensions and In-surance(s): Re-in-surances:…’
‘Mortgage-House? To: the highest-bidder. Get ‘IT’, now? Do U? We not-owe them? They do not own us? People(s): Pensions and Insurances not in-sured Extortion!’
‘Precisely! Circular-Power:…’
‘Compensation-Litigation?’’
‘Serving on the Board: Managing-Director. Medical-Doctor. President CEO of several different
Family Fun-Run: Business-Boards Fam. Famine?’
‘Executive. Non-executive, you get me?’
‘Executive-Government(s)@Boss. They do as they please…’
‘They own Us! They owe Us!’
‘Wages of Sin. So, own-up-to down-to:’
‘Financial-Trust: again.’
‘Financial-Gain…’
Number(s) on a screen:
‘They only want you to owe-them not: to: Own-Them.’
‘Building-Societyies’ Savings Co-operative?’
‘Competitive…’ rates&prices dropping
‘We’ Do! You-might with shares and insurances and pensions…’
‘Salaries and wages if-paid at all…’
Furlough some-of:…
‘The-Economy?’
‘Tax Re-turn…’
‘People. N/nnn. Yes. Democratic Majority-Now! Free&Fair! Check(ed.)…’
‘Won!’
‘Again!’
‘Then. Dropped out now…’
‘Own Them?’
‘The-Big and little banks…’
‘Corporation(s) Of Us?’
‘Market-Floatation(s)?’
‘Sinking…’
‘Millennium-Tsunami! Of course! The-Bank’s: don’t want you to own them. They want you to owe them Big-Time with interest-rates and Corporate mis-selling advertising: Holidays in the Sun:
‘Social-Authoritarian: Regime: To pay for Police and Army Security: Number(s) on a screen:..’
‘Boardgame: Risk!’
‘The Millennial-Market(s)’…’ mistake(s)…
‘The Government(s) of The People(s) the(y) want you to continue swimming but not too quickly, not too much growth, to start with: then In-finite Eternal Legac(y)ies of this Day!’
‘In a finite-World. Life? Is it? Finite?’
‘This World, this Universe…’
‘Us forever! Continue paying-off whatever It is? Subscription hidden-payments: Family? For: Eternity?
’though…
‘Home? Quotatives Bail-out, that is all they want…’
‘Quants? From?’
‘You.’
‘Me?’
‘Your Belongings, eh?’
‘eh?’
‘Your Government! Independent Private-Business (IPBs).’
‘Free&Fair Elections.’
‘Sure?’
‘Equity?’
‘Secret?’
‘Public. For all to see. Like All Sports and Games&most-Drama Theater Cinema…’
‘Two or more teams…Two or more players no-one knows the-ending…’
‘End(a)X(ed.).’
Equity Familial Firm Company Limited. Good.
‘Good?’
‘Noooo…Country? To be honest…’
‘Rent. Not-bought yet…’
‘Ah, Mort…en-gaged?’
No-doubt debt increasing profit-plateau just fine-law tuned to the Market and market(s).
Flat-screen TV? What about that gadget? Bought, or borrowed?
Vehicle? Any other Property? Loans? Shares, and Stocks. Rent
Insurance. Pay&Pension: Debit-CCredit
Stock-up savings invest(ed.) well-or-not by us all the time:
N-earing each day each week…
‘Each month…’
‘Home.’
‘Steadyies.’
‘Readyies…
Starving-out
Ghetto not-Slum
State re-fused Health and Social-Care Goods and Services…housing rent&own:
‘Rent&Own?’
‘That as well. Super Hyper-G Lobal-Market(s)! What do You want to b-known for?’
‘Credit-Card ad-
Vance?’
‘What?’
‘You owe already…so, why not continue? EveryOne Does!’
‘Owe what, myself?’
‘Plus?’
‘What?’ to any cross-trading traffic immediately curtailed blue-green cross-trades as another parallel and crossing-tracks passed and rattled and rolled-over like passenger and freight-lines.
Passing like ships in the-perhaps moonlit-dark starlit night-passing that previous-night:
‘NNN/nnn/???’>?Margins-called:’
‘Breaking-point…’
‘Braking-point?’
‘Baking. Tipping-point…’
‘For: Profits as in-creased debt and/or de-creased…’
‘Losers…’
‘Never-exactly equals…N. crushes, exploits and takes over…’
‘Aggressively.’
‘And.’
‘silenced.’ skulked skull sunken eyes and lights turned-out.
Screen left-on, referenced:
‘For: Life!! Markets closed? For the Day! Until: Midday. Closed for Business.’
‘Business-As-Usual?’
The-Clerk, to the-Banker:
‘Final-Trade?’
‘Close of Play?’
‘Time to Pay…’
The-Clerk:
‘Time to Play.’


  • The-Clerk moving around tapping toes and hand mumbling, to-self or to the screen-talking unawares, into the earpiece-microphone replaced-lead: talking to someone? Talking to Who? Listening to what? Is that, singingalong? To what song? Singing? Singeing-Singapore? Who? Burning:
    ‘Watching, the-Game?’
    ‘What-Game?’
    Break-down play public dis-course social-media everyday every momentous:
    Watched-in window-manifestation: manufactured: on-line news-updated…
    The-Banker puzzled at the-Clerk head-down, no-further eye-balling body-contact and The-Banker shuddered at the thought of The-Clerk maybe getting a-head of the-Game:
    ‘WarFare4: Pirac(y)ies?
    ‘Re-Pent up often enough you get to the top.’
    ‘UN-declared Fair?’
    ‘Warfare. For?’
    ‘LoL’
    ‘Ha-ha.’
    ‘Got IT yet? So, there, you haven’t IT, yet!’
    ‘No, you have got it!’
    ‘No! You have got ‘It!’
    ‘What?’
    ‘The ball?’
    ‘Bail the-outfield?’
    ‘The Umpires’ Whistle?’
    ‘Managing the Game?’
    Securit(y)ies calling:
    ‘Time.’ PutT(s)-Stay(ed.)’
    ‘Staid. Time-0ut! Foul! Move! nn to NN Metre-line! Out-the-Park!’
    Dropping-down, the eyes, leaned slightly forward, looking into keenly:
    Pricing…guidance…mortgage/rent…pay…skills
    Capital-amount:
    Your-Balance-sheet: …
    > >Credit…plus/minus…Debit…indebted…to: Bank of You: opening…
    Co-Lateral: owed amounts: to: lists…out-goings…that must be-have paid…
    Owed. Horizontal.
    Up-and-Down. Need-cash? because the-debt you started-with is the-one you’re stuck-with: Life? Which means?
    Only what I need….
    You can-afford them…
    That You need to pay-off: Your Loans: list…and your…
    <Bank- Militant-Momentum Legionaire#OverDraft:
    Slave Debt2Timbuktu:

Salt-Mines: Mali

BootCamp
Cheer-Leading:
N/nnn…and buying the things you need from abroad…
>Buy currencies? portable…
Anything…cars…TV… < Loaning money to buy with? < COPS?! Buy your bank and building society…
Crashed! < <’StartedAgain’ Casino < >Never. < Break the Trust…then… < That’s about it…
Selling? Yes Gold-Chip!
Cash-account…in the bank… < The numbers stay the same… < I don’t know! Why would I do that unless I was going on-holiday!
< Git IT! On ‘Holiday’! ➢ Social-Democracy! ➢ Religious Re-Publican! ➢ Right/Left each… ➢ Health: Employment based@Bank::Exports/Imports: n/N not-N/n… < Tourism. Re-values…other <s against yours …N/nnn…printing more currency? <
<Government: Welfare-Bonds. Housing…fair and safe.

Homeless Health&Social-Care. Securit(y)ies:a time when women were not-allowed out
Except exempt excerpting excreting over-fed in(s):Pow!(e)®ring
Quantitively-easing…like printing money… < Treasury-Secretariat: Troubled Assist Relief Programme:’
< Mortgage: Fraud! Inter- Bank(s)… < New: Sovereign-Presidential: Start all over again! Like: ChangeTrade: OPEC Prices: N/n… >Bailout: For: Weapons of War.
Quick aggressive move engineered through the Kaos!
Made: Random log-normal distribution:
Gorilla-Warfare!
<Peace-fare…
Everyday else other-wise eternal-war.


  • On-screen: The Country-Wide: National: Rational-Equitable…
    The Real-World: <Shares…getting-there…of the National wealth…against…
    Supersubs: Euro/Dollar/Yuan-Mindi… <Sterling-silver:

Gold-Rand/new-Ruble/new-Dinar/convertible:

         <Peso’s/ Rea and Rupee…: forbearance of your…Z:  

‘Zombie-Shell? Me?’
‘Servicing-debt:’ choking-off further lending be-heading clean-cut ripping out the guts in front of boggling-eyes: as they used to do:
‘Rubles and Rubel(s)!’
‘No-Humility!’
‘Humanity.’
‘Bartering Straight Swaps?
‘Settle a deal?’
‘OK.: Rates-available: list…as above, or below, other short to long-term deposits may be made…’
<Savings: Credit…in the-Bank to be: made…
Lending-for investment at a reasonable-return or simply-foregoing…foregoing…feigning…foreclosing…
The Cash-Till: action:
‘Going-down Sinking-Ships:’
‘‘Titanic’!’
‘To get Home: Labour Workforce:’
‘Share-scheme…’
‘Not like any other! Domestic Produce equals like4like exchange(s) agreed upon in Real-Time:
Online and Public: Solar-battery: charging playing-cellphone(s):…
The-Banker held onto the newspaper, brief-cased opened screen. Sat back, where had been leaning-forward in some kind of reverie…
Looked-over and stared the-Clerk directly in the eyes and between and around the other less-experienced in the ways of the world. Shiny-suited silver-grey not-dull-charcoal. The Banker: a sharp-suited dull charcoalgrey power-dresser almost unnoticed rotund in-parts, like a tailors’ dummy sharp-suited, three-dimensional 4G strung-out as a puppet as to the Invisible-Puppeteer.
Staged-and sound-designed as-seen self-motivated
Familyies’
Banker-Politicians@Snr. Management moving synchronous photographic phonographic form…textured breathed-in…and breathed-out…flavoured movably moved: recruited:
The Rational-Equitable: …
<Hostaged…to fortune…exchanged: …
Terror-transformer: with Fear and anger: revolt revulsion propelling political economic and Media-
Pundit (MP)…
<Expert-citizen…per-citizen…the-Clerk clicked looking-down not into anguish or fear but deprecation with depreciation:
Basics-required…restricted…: simplified independent advice-orphans charging model…specific oneoff advice: inherit pension-portfolio managed-fees…
<Fixed-retainer or percentage-fee? Y/N?
Y…for larger-amounts…
<Less transaction-fee-deal…through home and small-business and personal-credit…on-screen bundled-up again: obliterating…un-traceable credit and… mortgage’s and un-paid-loans…swapping.
Loans/debts….
sent-to: confidential…. done. delete…deleting…
<Vehicle? List:…chosen: V8::Done. Home? Furniture (including radio TV and all digital and analogue devises media and games:)? Food? Police-Action against perceived incursion …conscripted to known Water? Air? even? Evenly spread? Across Your Life. *IT is what it is.’
‘The Worlds’ Markets’ un-doing…’
‘Business-as-Usual: ‘
‘Is what IT is.’
Awakening as in a pent-up fury raging, invoked from the vestiges of the evening-prior:
‘A-Phoenix!’ speech-bubbled spoken outloud? SHOUTED? to rise out of the ashes…
Trimmed-wings is, what the-Clerk thought:
‘Business-as-usual.’ both looking-out of the still-moving outside-window:
‘Business-as-usual? There is to be a Declaration this morning…’
‘Mid-Day. Now, InterNational Meantime…this-will stabilise the-markets…’
‘At some-lower-rate….’
‘Others’’ automatically-Higher?’
‘And, and that is the-thing! What ‘We’ will do is simply re-align currencies….’ the-Clerk interrupted as if boring into the brain of the other eye-contact.
As if to satisfy some lust, or inbuilt hidden hatred unavoidable, as both, even as an idle-interlocutor:
‘’We’?’
‘Same-thing 49/51?’
‘Equity?’
‘Of-course! Private. Confidential. Between. Us?’
‘Bluffing?’ at a moment of National&Global concern:
‘At another relatively higher-point?’
‘Lesser?’
‘Or more?’
‘You got it!’
‘No, you got it!’
‘And start all-over again…’
‘At: some higher lower-point?’
‘You give me the-nod on prices drop of one thing and another and I will do the rest get me? Now then, those debts, who they with? R/E? O.K.? Right here, right now…’ as issuing some oratory declarative. Without clue of real-
(i)mp(l)(i)©at-ion:
‘Known?’
‘Collateral-damage?’
‘Un-intentional consequences…’ Like: un-usually honest seeming-politician(s)
As yet un-aware of their own-truth.
Only that made-up by themselves&other(s)…if there were such a thing…as honesty ready to be barracked. To others’… Deprecating and Self-deprecating and yet, as anyone appreciating of themselves, deceiving of-themselves. Implied depreciation of the-other by self to self and other appears. With the opportunity presented, as an explanation of the rise to euphemistic national glorification yet also, thereby pre-emptive fall from grace: albeit:
only ever temporarily as in National or Global leadership ever:
‘As in current circumstances as currency-accounting…’
‘4Exchequer?’
‘As simplicity ‘It’self and without which ‘It’ would all be re-solved today:
‘Banker. F(a)m(i)l(y) Business Merchant Investment-Banker Business Free-Trader
Independent?’
‘Lawyer?’
‘Case? Anywhere in the world? FBMIBB means Free-Trade-Initiative, of course! The warnings given? Taken?
‘Too-late. For that…’
‘Warnings heard un-heeded?’
‘Unstoppable! After the event…’
‘…and hold that Front-Page!’ that nevertheless now could only now be seen from the-Clerks’ supposed, and likely derisive, and probably gloating, satirical perspective.
Stalled. Climate-warnings…
State-Farm Warnings! On the side screen-panels rapidly absorbed concerning the latest sports and businessmedia
Celebrity-Star: Photo of stage and screen religiously-inoculated to:
‘Keep up with the-Markets!’
‘Keep up with the…’
‘Other.’ through theft, and violence, on TV.
Obesity, meals fluffed, plucked, personal-value, emotionally-in distress, in a consumer-hazed blazing marketingcharacteristics: gentle gentile Capitalism, rough Liberal/Socialism, gentle-Socialism rough-Communism: as loan- sharks encircling the flotsam flotation-tank, propitious-publicity, canary in a cage.
Of the photogenic In-crowd the IT-crowd and for the crowd of passengers generally-un-attainable photo-genia.
Un-obtainable@ and therefore to be utterly-loathed or loved in equal unequal measure.
Perhaps, as well as envied for art or wealth, or both; and thus, taken a part-of: most alarming of all the guileless, seemingly-misguided, business trusted-bought: guilt-by-association and must be brought2Justice. # The-Newspaper-Owner: Media-Magnate. Peoples’ Voice. Now the even more incongruously, and mischiefmaking paradox-inducing intent, of a supposed-Ally. Not-Enemy. Anyway, not-yet, anyway:
The Tycoon
Plastics-proprietor.
The media-Mogul Magnate-Oligarch
Lords&Ladies
Empirical pseudo psych-economist
Fine old art wheeler-dealer and owner. With-whom…only maximizing apparent-Profit matters…
Golf and Gold may have been shared-interests and at least and a singularly badly-shared literary-joke: this is not charity! Laughing together. Not laughing together.
‘With influence…’ still marking cards, making-detergent soap, or string-balls strung-out:
Media-Empire: whatever it was it mattered not.
Find space in your plans to pay-off your debts tech-debts upgrading pervasive previous version
No-longer oil-burning Midnight Oil
Nuclear-fusion batteries
New heat-reducing
Climate lateration laceration of generic genetic
Switch-gear to a nat(ur)ally circular-economy
Credited and debited in-usage output and productivity
From the start
Prevention of pandemic in future-debt saving freely available non-commercial forests and oceans for geo/bio-diversity Digital vaccine food-diet grown sustainably across all society the globe, exchanged for a better world all round. Squared the circle, oblong orbits none perfect but all better for the next turn in space travel and settlement exploiting resources only not-people
En-masse but individually.
Relationships of innocence not-questioning rather than authoritarian demanding through actions or configuring language plans made together and with retro-spectivity learning producing our own energy from waste fertilising the fields medicinally un-contaminate un-polluting run-off all plastic recycling with generating road surface bio-food film and edible packaging Metal quantity and quality in populations better-off and less populous with the catastrophic genocidal effects of
Global Heating above bearable limits, or below, the fragile Human-Race, the warring species friendly and family competition and co-working operations…
Opportunities…
Infecting virus circular ring molecular
Triple-Carbon Deuterium Tritium…
Copying transcripts and algorithmic ratios
(I)m(m)une to some incursion evading or avoiding of others infected multiplying millions2Quadrillion of small and relatively Giant cells over-riding systems incursions of the web spiders waiting, to nourish dry cadaver asleep or dead, in the wind-blowing glaring-Sun
Across electric-charged membrane charging cells within working RNA DNA ATP every previous present Generation-coded for enzymes proteins binding nucleic bloods and atmospheric-airline transferring bacterium
Active energy metabolism the-globe itself, and we, prokaryotes, us, ourselves.
Manipulating a host metabolism corralling germ-line eggs and sperm separately centring fighting in a ring where the rules are clear in linguistic-theory not so practicing experimental lifetimes passing-down but un-taught unteachable only to learn all over again and again the rules changing the Times Express Telegraphed into The Sun.
memorific with the body-brains neural-particles Ep(i)genetic obviously into each uniquely
Genetic-life and livelihood generational activism
Colonic polyps peaked burst remaining to build molecule cells within and without toxic-waste to harm, we, fertilising and feed the land inside-out.
The Earth. Rock and watery gases, life, livelihood organic farming and factorial product manufacturing
ourselves from the beginning and we have the Earth now to be post lost-costs…
Hot energy generated contained and cooling air-conditioning set-constantly according to need and ability for changing for the better life, of all, like the book(s) say…
Each unique as must-be mis-interpretation
Each of us every moment how our RNA/DNA and our brains make
us to adapt-or-not continuously to changing circumstance, all the experience shared and new, we have in the world. No-barriers, walls within walls the tree canopy is much like a brain in that its’ shape is formed by branches and leaves, twigs, nuts and flowers.
Pathways and canals, brain blood, muscle-veins and roots.
Like the maxed-out mined rust belts, minimal minerals and
Ourselves renewing and renewable through lifetimes of Good-living with-out bad faith and personal-integrity felt-existential.
The no longer permanent permafrost…un-equal recovery is not-ne-go(t)(i)able anymore, only equal negotiable as we do everything, our bodies within and without.
Sharing the burdens stresses and strains of modern-life pumping money into markets emergency support programmes’ credit-roll support zero-interest rates not-negative lending and borrowing over-time payback playback mas-productivity working domestic/public gross and not-gross enjoyable and not the secret of eternal-life storing-up resilience in sleep and daily sport. Unarmed surveillance unveiling scattering tribes or re- distributing in the populations to hide for when ready. Although ‘It’ did hold.
Betrayer. Traitor, betraying even in spiteful little BIG-threat whenever not-making- out neither cause nor principle people alterable plastid flex(i)(a)bilityies.
At the end of the day: when push-comes-to-shove, no-one is or ever was your-Ally.

Not even, your friend, not even your-family. We are online bubbles&brands of Giant Corporations with only finance at their core their customers nothing but disrupting innovation stuck in the now-failed again ways of old.

Di-vesting from the environmentally destructive to in-vesting In the environmentally re-constructive in our image no-longer factory-farming Farming factories feeding the world, or not; in peace not eternal digital pixelate workfare robotics…
Genes aren’t destiny.
Only-One Race. Wo! Hu-Man.
RE-de-fining species amongst each other viral Pro-tected protecting bio-mess…
Bio-Mas
Adapt(ed.) first mutate later contemporary survival of the fittest and luckiest
Vertical and
Horizontal-vision standing in-water and out. Bio-Mass.
Social-Evolvability developmental-bias
Bio-traits en-tangling knotted
First then all entangling cladistics monopara polyphyletic now taxonomic hybrid anarchy adaptation(s) bias-coded into the machine.
Emotional relationships motivating broad pursuit of-purpose
Process productivity engineering social re(s)ponse
Intel. Comms. Can’t risk becoming an intel. risk
Faster and faster camera chasing droning in-genius remarkable dedicat(ed.): All is Risk! Team Spirited Zoo. Bailed-out, again. Industrial Technological Re-Volution: The Genius of Free Markets (G. O’Free-Markets) to make Rational Equitable Decisions (REDs)…
Complex Choice(s)-Capital Tech. RE-tail Industrial Mighty!
Bailing-out, again, or not this time
From the false-accounting phone-tapping mess.
From Power, Corruption and Lies…simple rate-setting
Bit-Coin premium-credit payment-protection rackets
Rocketing Space-Debts
Non-Profit(s):N(n):N/nnn
Perhaps before anyone had tumbled…tumbled-in could have, at least, perhaps seen IT coming.
Could-have, perhaps should-have, acted with even-handed propriety, notoriety, perhaps?
‘Suicidal!!’
‘Murderous.’
‘Market-Forces alone.’
‘Business-as-Usual?’
Acting, sustained stai(n)(ed.) known and therefore deliberate, lies, libel-language known intent to withhold/mislead Peoples’ Law. Peoples’ Justice. Acting-for as-if with assumed-impunity and as usual un-even im-propriety
Summo(n)s(ed.)-up and convince(ed.) and therefore convicted in-their absence-of-wit…risk.
The- Editorial Traitors! The Public: Closing-in. Closing-in…
‘Close-them down? I would!’ and closed-down the print-run down, and deliberately stopped the newspaper and the train-company from delivering…
‘For-Free! Taken-Over. Bought…OUT!’
Then:
‘No more Hand-Outs!’ let slip:
‘No more Bail-outs?’
‘Benefits who?’
‘This Be-n(e)fits Peoples’ Friends&Family Loyaltyies Card!’
‘Voters?’
‘Them, as well.’
‘Back-handers?’
‘RE-training…’
‘Employment Re-cycling…’
‘Re-purposing…doing what we want to do…’
‘Re-Usine(s)? By and 4whom?’
‘Soldier Super-Power: The Worker(s) upstanding..’
‘Workers? Anyone who Works?’
‘Proletariats’ Super-Power! Bonus! Earned Universal-Credit for (A)b(i)l(i)t(i)es in life…’
‘Got away with Murder!’
‘Useful-Hotelier?’
‘Insurance?’
‘Medical-expenses? School? College?’
‘University? Health, and Social- communications…pathogenic-Media Biome.
Utopian Central-Control Free-Market Nightmare unre-gulated…de-regulated:
Uncouth liars advertising fake-testing positive-negatives and negative-positives:
‘Re-Tailors…’
‘Trade-Suppliers…’
‘The-Works…’
‘The-Works…’
‘freely-given…’
‘Free-Trade?’
‘True-Trusted Trader.’
‘Taken.’
The: Rational-Equitable
The Rational-Equitable…
Funereal business only. I’m A Re-Fugee. I’m Out:Of-here…
0ff-Here.
Advertising-Wars. RE-placed MS:
Dis-placed Visa: Rational-Equitable: Corporate-Capital:
<Free-advertising…let ‘em know your there…
Where?
Infra-structure and maintenance:treated like:as if terrible animals xtreme violence tortured trained4this beaten into their brains and others’ bruised and battered bodies eventually-dead. Try to understand your worst enemyies intentions, threat perspective different humanity different soul, different but so,as2what? Aren’t we all, bigoted fearful of other them considered considering always the threat, the lack 0f freedom:
<Low2N0-pay!
Waste-Costs?
<Low4no cost:
Land?
<Oil. MonstrOCityies! Expulsion from the surrounding countrysides brutal to the point of deaths in custody, sus-picious of crime, know ‘cos military hate fear training work(ed.):
City Gaol.
Sports Stadia millions of bodies stacked-up adults&children driven over the edge captured collected all the money&valuables they could army bull-dozers as the diseased farm animals burned&buried thrown as sacks into mass-communal graves.
<As:If:nothing had happened.
Life…time.

The relief on a Childs’ face clouded-eyes when they are dead, the relief on a parent’s face; when they are dead.
Only-just…hope2fear of forced return of migrants’ countryside and cities made uncomfortable an aura of
Reign-of-Terror…
In death the terror is gone, the terror we all carry with us every day, but do not have this common-fact reminded Of ourselves everyday every day. The world is a terrifying place, and wondrous at the same time, reminded strongly everyday‘isms…
Ant hill, tent hill all the way along the hills and ridges ranges away from the Cityies where People had lived and been born, worked and played re-creations of oursel(f)ves, dry collecting what tree wood there was left, what root and field-crops they could and returning as exiles or exiles returning, it mattered not, it was Worlds’ carrying-on. Murder in the Church, carry-on. Disaster diseases, carry-on. Warnings ignored. Carry-on.
Writing on the chalkboard
Leaving the factory homes schools and hospitals behind
With vehicles’ roads run-out of.
Charged un-re-fined fuel littering the highways bodies at the curb-side that is what it was like; as an overwhelming force against a peaceful crowd the Internal Security Forces were told nothing but trouble-makers drug-addicts&alcoholic no-Social
Care
All social-care and some de-finition of other that deserved to die for the false-flag Cause&Principles
Beyond communist/capitalist fascist-dictator…
Dinosaur birdsong.
Protecting their territory finding a mate to rape, beaten into threat of violent retribution, submission, awful…
The virtual-slave workforce lived and died at work. Tech-taken
Tunes. Killed as directed left stage right.
Enter Disrupt Innovate
In-Corporate
Graft.

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Walter Mepham (A First World War true family and personal story)
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Contents

  1. She.
  2. They.
  3. He.
  4. The Banker and The Clerk.
  5. The Accident & Emergency Department and Hospital Factory.
  6. Home.
  7. Titanic!
  8. Avatar.
  9. Cannon Fodder.
  10. Rent.
  11. Slaughter.
  12. Brute Justice.
  13. Global-Citizen Den(i)zen.
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If the man and the woman bear their fair share of work, they have a right to their fair share of all that is produced by all, and that share is enough to secure them well-being. What we proclaim is The Right to Well-Being: Well-Being for All! Pyotr Kropotkin (1842 – 1921) The Conquest of Bread; Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution.


  • The-train engine moved slowly out from the glass and steel raised slab of the new edge-of-Town main-line high-speed railway-platform, running alongside the banking blank back of high-street shops, and the station car-park, awaiting return. Into harvested-fields and open-grazed pastures below remaining precipitous pine-forest alongside planted poplar windbreak, solar and shielded, rail and river.
    Through the trees, the new days’ sun appeared, speared, blinking-awake burst through the carriage breaking beyond the blue grey staged and staggered, rolled and ranged. From the east-peaked, settling yellow-orange onto the western-hills. Shadow-flanking purple-green valleys, and upcountry the grid-framed farmed plains, where the day was already begun.
    Grey-white steam lifted across a drying-up estuary. In thin rain spluttering over an elevated iron-riveted painted girder-bridge, built-on pillars of a deep-red local stone and brickwork, arched and breached. With the Suns’-rays the train rattled-on emergent, as through a fog over a beached river, onto the other-side of a ravenous gaping-gorge. Over-spilling through the outskirts of a more recently built-up ancient sea-harbour and river port, and suburban edge-of-Town.
    High-Rise Housing-Project, Industrial-Units, Business-Park, and Shopping-Mall.
    Home-Furniture. Motor-Car showrooms. Salesrooms, cheap-hotel and motel linked razor-wire fenced, chained-in. A horse-paddock, gated and padlocked, adjacent to a blue-green to red-waiting train-crossing signal. Freight-Train, privileged-over passenger passaged prerogative thundering-by…
    Passenger Train trundling along for now, beside a chequered yellow and black no entry arterial hot tarroad weighted heavy and ever busy with ‘bus and coach, cycle and motor cycle. Car engine chassis and trailer, caravan motor-home articulated juggernaut vehicles, goods and stocks container shipments onboard. Onto and beneath the over-passing concrete-highway into, and out of Town.
    All traffic travelling with almost one accord: to-and-from galvanized corrugated iron steel and zinc tin roved roofing, between brick and-cinderblock doorways, loading and unloading bays beneath open canopy entrance letter and number laser bar-coded, and secured. Offices air-extracting for the most-part to the outside world.
    Unseen as windowless between belching cooling-tower, pylon-linking electric-welding workshop engineering factory-crafted.
    Machined, and handmade goods, food and furniture, packaged, warehoused, and shipped virtually to-and-from: The City Ports and Portals’
    Co-modifying in-return. Stockyards stacked-up and in-exchange goods&value-assured awaiting transport: to-and-from Home and Away…

Part One: The Day the Markets stood still…
Published at Smashwords.

  1. She.
    ‘It is like living in a rabbit hutch’ She often said metaphorically, and He replied with a shrug, nothing
    to say in reply. It was; and it would take long enough to pay for. Four rooms. Eight-floors up, eight flights of long turning concrete rubbish chute and stairs, and fire escape, for when the elevators did not function anyway, which was often and took days sometimes to repair.
    A balcony open passageway at the front, looking over the street below, now starting to become busy with traffic. They had lived with his parents for a time, and then after they were married in a small rented flat in The City, before they needed to afford somewhere to live together, and to bring-up their two small children.
    Both saved, and with some financial help from a relative (deceased) they had managed to get this place. When the housing market was ‘buoyant’, and mortgages easy to get. The Home was bought with a loan, a promissory note, deposited and co-lateraled together with the home itself. They were afloat.
    Both worked to pay-off the loan, which although it was supposed to reduce each year did not seem ever to keep up with pay and prices.
    The loan would anyway be paid-off many times over if they were ever to pay off the debt. If this place was ever to become their own. If they managed to keep paying-off the loan for the ‘Shelter from the Storm’, as they called Home. That they did not actuarily now own, and may not ever, actually own, lose-lose. To sell-back at Market Price, the difference between the paid-back buying-price and selling-price, of which they would have lost completely to The Bank…The Mortgage Company.
    Their Home-Mortgage@rent-insurance their pension against dire poverty and homelessness.
    No social-recourse. and be homeless, to parents and over-crowding again, or with friends similarly fixed, sofa surfing. Their home, such as it was re-possessed.
    A two-bedroom apartment, she thought of: kitchen, lounge, shower-bathroom toilet and tiny balcony onto the world below, between them and the sky above.
    Each day, each month, and each successive year into the unthinkable future; two-thirds of two-lifetimes at least, two-thirds every month of what they were both paid in wages for work.
    She did the household accounts, and she knew.
    The Home. The Loan. Would have been paid for several times over by the time if ever it became theirs and The Childrens’; and perhaps even their Grandchildrens’, by the time the shared building was uninhabitable, demolished land let again, freehold, not…leasehold extended for bonus payment un-earned…
    Re-build in the new style, in a traditional place, or otherwise breaking into farmland and ocean beyond. But, that is the nature of the human animal, is it not?
    To do over, and be done over to again and again she thought: want more and more, for less and less and in the quiet mind wandering moment of pillared door, a room, a table, a bed let go and a bed sheet left behind ready to be buried with perhaps, as they did in the olden times shrouded as now by thin curtains pulled-back.
    Each-Day: like a two-step forward, and backwards one-step…
    Home and Away.
    Worked to pay-off the loan on the house and to pay for and cook food, with bills and extras, clothes, and nights out, occasionally. Maybe once a month, or not at all.
    Then He had been laid-off work at The Bakery.
    Three-day-week and three day’s wages.
    The Home mortgage was re-negotiated and they continued struggling to pay-off the loan and other loans, credited and directly debited debt from what they both earned together.
    There was never an issue of who would earn more, and be the main breadwinner, they both earned more or less the same low wages as most the people who worked and they would do the most caring, of each other, and the children: the unpaid responsibilities shared around the home, and in the world of work.
    Shopping and holidays and other friends and family out there. All indebted, or in credit day2day.
    Week to week, month to next month, years, minute-by-minute.
    They were equal, without even having to think about it or confront societies and others’ false expectations of gender and families. They were equal in debt and credit, and supported each other’s frail and fragile egos with a natural equanimity respectful and loving…
    Each contributing their best and differently, in-differently to make the whole, whole.
    It’s not all doom and gloom She did often think, and he tried not to think on it. The homely claustrophobia only had to be relieved by going out. To the cinema, to a bar or restaurant. But that was not very often de-finitely now there were children as well.
    Sel-dom, did extras make their mark, clothes bought carefully a piece at a time, replacement rather than extravagance.
    The cupboards filled with groceries and emptied by the time the next weeks shopping is needed and the next weeks earnings already spent.
    She was awake, first this morning, and she got up from the bed on which he still lay awake but not yet
    awake enough to leave its’ nigh-time warmth. She went through to the next room. The bedroom led across
    the narrow-passage to the living room, which led directly to the tiny gallery kitchen and balcony on one
    side and door to the front room, on the other.
    Except it wasn’t the front-room, exactly only unlike the ‘front-room’ of her childhood playing on the street and door directly to the rugged ragged matted smell of cooking from the stone wall white-washed country kitchen. Upstairs two bedrooms, one on the gallery landing for the children, and a closet room to flush away with a basin of water from the kitchen sink and toilet into the slurry sump, where you could hear it ‘slurry’ all the way down, filtered to spray on fields all around; and, then back downstairs to replace the water from the kitchen tap or outside well.
    Pumped-up from the well, refilling the fired china clay bowl for washing and zinc-metal bucket, ready for the next use.
    Log grabbing toughened steel plasma cutters hydraulic ram chassis panel welded together. Expertly put together giant wheels axle brake.
    Pumping oil to cool the engines’ turbo diesel s carped grapple telescopic arms the claw car crusher mattress shredder then the skid board tracking carbon fibre e-road automobiles travelling solar panels, settled wind farming blades and wave machines generating heat&power.

Low-No-cost
Apparently, free.
At her first childhood home, bedtime children first, then the adults. Rats nested runs, beetles and cockroaches were kept away by the domesticated cats and dogs that shared the yard and house with horses at the local stables for the carts and filed machinery; to ride, at week-end day-off, and many Holy Days.
Each week, several times into the market town for food supplies, and the children’s treats.
Their whole world a Living Market Place, of Work Trust and Play.
Now, great enclosed parked superstores and supermarkets and factory outlet warehouse. Where goods are now transported she thought of: to&fro and by foot and horses’ hoofs carried and motor vehicle, train and massive tanker and container-ship electric like cutting through the air or the hydrogen&helium of outer-space a one metre flight through nothingness

Low-No-cost subscription no-way out.
From the docks and airport, at the city harbour hub humming away, remote yet directing everyday life, everywhere.
Exorbitant Business-Trips
Holiday Passengers, and Freight Cargo.
The affordable flight, to get away from it all: a change; a necessary move, once in a while, and not every year; but, to visit family here and there and elsewhere, or else you’d go stir-crazy.
Do a night-time flit, flip! leave the rent, the mortgage, un-paid.
Only, to otherwise keep on fighting for the bargains: cheap-est within budget, to get through to the next day and the day after that.
When debts and fines could not be paid, the debt collector.
Bailiffs, The-Auctioneer: selling- off of the personal possessions; sometimes, on the Global Markets; and then sold-out: the personal; and, public…
The laptop computer on-sleep and awakened, opened, placed on the table, booted-up and She blogged instantaneously her-thoughts: We all need a roof over our heads…and to: put Food on the Table! without any other word or contextual continuity that did not remain obvious to this early morning.
Everyone, and anyone in the same and similar circumstances getting the same hastily tapped-out messages excluding, those without tablet, home or food; and those with patently far too-much.
Those who had an Administration to do that for them.
And her thought continued in the context of the mindful moment and that which we all have to pay extortionately for over and again even when the food is eaten and the crap washed away there remains a nasty stain, a nasty taste. Original wages sweated over day upon day, and loans ever in negative equity to who? Them!
Extortionate debt-interest credit-profit and volatile prices, losses on last accounts records ever higher BINGO! and pay…ex-terminating…prices collapsed…looking up, and down again now, not in dejection, but circumspection against ever apparent possible failure, with desperate optimism, toward un-realistic perfectionism.
Only mechanized traffic building-up soon into a busy rush-hour congestion.
Cars and buses, bicycles, motorbike and motorized delivery truck from here, only another view. From two-sides; and every side… the bedrooms along the passage corridor, the sleeping children slept, earlier peeked-into soundless in beautiful dream or dreamless seemingly startling worrying death-checked for breathing.
Crossing from night into daytime TV remotely automatically turned on, confirmation, that
life goes on…
The living-room she entered bore all the chatter and the silence of one who listens.
Still and safe, cosy and secure. The other rooms took over the emotions and needs: sleep and food, love and arguments. The central room, the central chamber, looked on and awaited eventual, almost inevitable, but never certain re-conciliation, and rest. Indulged-in social-(e) vents, noisy chatter and quiet evenings indoors. The furniture was adequate and filled the room. Table, chairs, television, a drawer and shelved cabinet standing against a wall, displaying various special icons; plastic flowers family photographs in frames, a portrait of a film star, or a print of a famous oil painting.
Ornaments, statuettes, figures of worship and of novelty. The furniture, the infrastructure, from the livelihoods and eventually the roof over our heads…in over our heads heard as if originally spoken.
There were unopened envelopes and cajoling leaflet advertisement:
Kill your debts! Die debts!
she thought of letters and bills for payment, propped up behind a ticking clock. There was a picture postcard from someone-else’s holiday forming a picturesque frontage to hide the stack of demands for reply and payment which lay beyond.
She drew back the curtains and looked out of the window across the balcony, with its unflowering plants growing in flower-pots. There was a real still rising mistiness outside from the early morning warming; and she gazed over an area where many lived, and it seemed to her, this morning, where they too just only lived -out their lives: day to day, week to week, minute2minute…
They too thought to-themselves as she looked-out onto the dawn of a gradually opening new day that the world must have always been this way.

  1. They.
    They had stayed together and with two little ones, one of each, girl and boy by the time they’re both about to be in school, they could not risk another to bring up, and the cost of it. They only hoped they would hold on to their jobs and worked hard. Difficult hours, and some days-off. When the rota’s didn’t workout for childcare, family or neighbours, parents now friends of the children’s nursey and school friends who lived conveniently nearby, the social network from the cradle to school to work to death grave.
    They had met when things were starting to get a bit tight, to get difficult again. Meaning the situation for most working families, for those looking for work and those in work things had not got any better; any easier, really.
    During the so-called Good-Times and both parents were needed in credit and debt, to work to keep the family going.
    Voluntary social-networks anti-social became all the more significant, to reciprocal Shared-Care and Circles of Support.
    With child and adult interaction social and meaningful, Shared-Lives.
    They had both kept their jobs in more or less ‘essential services’, although not without the job-cuts, never-the-less, ever the less, never the more, when things got difficult all a-round.
    When the Bakery Factory where He and Family worked, went on three-days week, and pay to match.
    He, had more time to be with the children, and helped the same with her awkward shiftwork at the garment factory, and later She at the hospital, for the Children, then training there, working there. he had done some building work on the odd-days, to fill-in.
    She had done some shop-work and garment-making before all the ‘Shop Jobs’ Retail’, were filled, and not-hiring. Not selling either. Queues at the cash-tills. To no-one at the field tills:filed for bankruptcy.
    They had moved to his folks in The City then: suburbs really, inner-urban, something-like-that. His mother had worked at The Old Mill and got her a job there; and then Him at The Bakers’ Factory, at the top of the road.
    When and where, the area they had moved to with Family and friendly neighbours nearby already there:
    People, their people…
    They had moved in together; and had kids.
    Social response to industrial tech-revolution generational confuse price/cost value to shareholders, themselves, pensions&Insurances lies broken-trust rent/profit free from well-being gross domestic product&not-product money…
    HOME. Income2spend from the public/private capital banks channelling opportunities liberal physiocrats benevolent zillionaires…
    Family Equity Capital Communally taken as given and worked harder for more, less hard for less, but none less than the Universal Domestic Income.
    His father’s family had been transient, transitory migrant millers, wheat and grain, before that, gypsies, owned business.
    Machinery, finding digging the wells, water, oil from the oil swamp, brick building and tarmac road, growing taking fruits and nuts from the side of vegetable and allotment gardens.
    Did well.
    Moving around farm to farm, funnily enough she thought like Business-People nowadays do…
    Looking across the roads, below, leading to The City. To: The Airport to visit: Sales-People: to the Re-tail Outlets.
    Shops in the World: in other words: Big Business Commuting by-airplane as They might, if They could afford to.
    To: go on Holiday. Abroad. They, to meet Clients Meetings’ here and there and everywhere. Cities all over, to do deals on a massive Global-Scale, then worth millions, now worth billions and trillions quadrillions of whatever the currency.
    Sometimes-dealing, unevenly, unbalanced, in the local and World currencies themselves exponentially they marked an inverse ever increasing and decreasing rate of ex-change.
    They took on a Shop.
    Family-Bank loan to rent and stock and share. In the past when the work dried-up, landfill, polluted wells and rivers and seas and Oceans.
    His Gypsy ‘family ‘moved along’ as they were constantly told.
    Or, stayed with their stores.
    Shares of the crops of the fields, and water, natural and free from the clean water-well waited, looked- for different and more labour…

She thought of them, then her own family, and His. Out of work, they always found something. Fed themselves from gardens and small farmyards. When the work was finished, they moved on. When the Great-
Corporate moved-in, took over, sold-off Master-Slavery Corporate-style.
Along the roads and waterways, they, her family, had a farm in the countryside for a while, and the parents, lived there. Hers. Through the Industrial now Techno-Future: The Soul of The City. Only, tumultuous-Towns and vicious-Villages.
Across the River, across the tram tracks, and railway, by the station. The Heart of the City.
Just beyond The Financial-Quarter.
Settling-in. The-City. Walled and castellated.
Transport and Trade-hub and thronged and His parents self-employed, their own bosses; contractors, worked-out on the Building Sites of Towering Sky-Scrapers lining The River and lit-up, from the Sun, flags in the wind.
Her-Family. Employed, not their own boss.
Both, as themselves, on some land, renting, from they pay.
Then, they…
He and She eventually, buying:
Home-Owners, now. Investors in their own future, and their children’s children, and their’s owned, in return.
Like The Home-property itself, capable of being, and being dis-owned. And, not strictly speaking owned anyway.

But, for the Mortgage Home Owners Corporations and Companies, and now indebted to.

The-Bank(s). Building and Maintenance Trades. Education, Social-Care and Good-Health first…
taxied to meetings and desks. HomeWork Out-and-Out working:
Home-Owners and Private and Publicly Rented-Sector:
Community Housing-Association(s) and:
Gig: Market-Economy: #1%. To: 9%. To: 90% self-Employed advertising tax-paying costs and prices up and down depending on what side of the Power-Play had been Won.
Every second milli-second playing in relation(s) to each other… dead.
Next. FCUK.
Call…

Soon the television was blaring as usual in the morning. In the main room that was empty again for the moment, and beyond where she was now dressing hurriedly, and he was brushing his hair frantically.
There was the noise of children getting washed and dressed, with incessant commentary and conversation to each other, and any other, or just to themselves.
To each other a one-way argument. Older to younger incited over some triviality, shouted back in frustration. At that point the only-game-in-town, and to be fought-out until one of them is crying, and the other shouting-the-odds; before calm is brought.
Evens by one or other parent, supervising, managing, supposedly, to each-other, at least while they all got ready for work, school and pre-school nursery. The sound of the kettle screaming on the kitchen cooker; and television advertisements conveying to deaf ears, and blind eyes, but perhaps receptive memory:
‘The Best in the World’; Or:
‘Longer-lasting’ or whatever the dubious selling point perhaps to be unconsciously recalled later that day, at the supermarket.
At present they seemed to be of no avail, both rushed to get the children to school, and themselves out to work. To earn the pay that would pay the prices at the Super-Market later that day:
‘Where is my shirt?’ he called:
‘Where you last put it!’ she retorted as She entered the living room. She found her shoes under a chair and stopped in front of the television. The networked advertisements ended and the programme returned to the main story of the day:
‘Today there is no money to pay share dividends, or to buy shares with…’
She flicked a channel and got:
‘Group and individual share prices have collapsed or become so high that they have become worthless:
confidence has collapsed, debt un-diminished…’
‘Price increases have been blamed. Increases in pay and pensions have been blamed. Increases in Business-
Bank Personal-Investment interest-rates and maximizing profit-levels at any cost, have been blam(ed.)
Each of these has pushed share prices ever upwards. As cost and share prices and shop prices overtake the customers’
ability to pay, and the ability to pay, pushes prices-up and/or pay-down, not pay-up, or prices down.’
< >Profit margins narrowed > Man-Date. Re-captured only by increases in:
‘EARNINGS! Income…’
‘Cost-Price.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Interest rates on banking and other loans, have pushed share prices up even further on costs and price…’ and a view passed across the screen to locked Factory-Gates and closed down Hospital corridor(s0)…
De-fence: Air: Ports and Sea and Land-Borders: closed to traffic or trade. It did not seem too bad, or even unusual: the Television Experts and announcers liked to make a big deal out of anything She thought: it was their jobs after all. The pictures shifting shift(ed.) to City Office-Buildings.
Steeled glass to the very Sky! that only a few were being allowed into; and then to the squares and circus’s around Town and City Centres. All over the globe, all the streets and roads and highways leading there.
A TV reporter turned away from the camera, and let the scene, somewhere else: could be anywhere else, speak for itself. In the kitchen radio-reports followed from the stock-markets around the world:
‘Tokyo Nikkei Shanghai Shenzhen Hang Seng Bangkok: Dubai-Delhi: Bombay: Carib. Africa-
Saudi-UAE: Israel and Egyptian Stock Exchanges…RTS Moscow Deutche Frankfurt Cape Town London
and Canada Stock Exchanges: New York Wall Street and Rio…Iran-Dubai: Trading-Port for Oil&Money:
Defensive-position(s): Buenos Aires to Lima…’
‘China to Venezuela and Bolivia. Bots-Wana to Brazil: JSE Securities Nairobi and Nigerian, and Sydney
Stock-Exchanges…’ as she went to look for tea-bags. He got the cups out and put some bread under the
grill to toast. As the cups were emptied and the door was opened to go out, The Stock-Market Reports,
were interrupted by the radio-announcer:
‘We have heard in the last few minutes that The International Conference of Governments and World Banks meeting in Geneva are to make statements, at midday mean-time, on the current state of financial affairs across the globe. The Economic Crisis’ around the world…’ They stopped and looked at each other as they heard the announcement:
‘What will they come up with this time I wonder? She asked aloud to him and to the radio speaker, and as she went to the bathroom door:
‘Come on you two!’ to the children, and to him in the same breath:
‘What time are you finishing today?’
‘On Lates!’ his reply; with a shrug, noticed, as she said:
‘I’ll have to clock off early then, get a re-placement:’ and She thought, another opportunity to sack me, but if school finishes before work what are we supposed to do?
‘I’m taking them in, anyway!’ he called.
‘I know!’, she replied:
‘We will have to go to the SuperMarket tonight’ added knowingly: a reluctant necessity when it came to it:
‘Or tomorrow anyway.’ as she kissed him on the lips, quickly, tantalizingly, knowingly this weekly and often daily shopping trip is what they did all this for.
Along with the mortgage-rent and love of their family and children smiling he went out of the door, onto the communal hallway:
‘Another financial crisis!’
He called out, with more than a note of sarcasm, which did not need any reply, other than a disinterested:
‘Is there?’
She went back inside the living room, and went to turn the television off, as the announcement of the impending declaration from government leaders and world banks were being repeated:
‘Won’t make any difference!’
She shouted over the noise of the television:
‘…never does!’

  1. He.
    He took the stairs with the children, two-at-a-time one in a pushchair, the other just learning to walk, and they headed off together for The Corner Shop.
    Turning at the top of the road, pushing the baby buggy uphill, the as if unmade pavement now, in dis-repair; showing, the lack of maintenance through the good times, as well as the now financial recession, austere-desperate times. Telling The Walker (as He and She said to each other in jest the children laughed at that…) but the Child no-longer holding on to the buggy called-out to:
    ‘Hold on to the buggy’ answering the constant questions:
    ‘What is this?’, and: ‘What is that?’ at the same time and having to say:
    ‘Be careful!’ every second, and:
    ‘Stop! making me have to say:
    ‘Be Careful’ every second!’ and they giggling together, at what, he
    knew not what.
    Not even imagining a time when he and she would not be going to work, and the-children to school
    and nursery, then keeping them in Our-Dotage: going to pick-up the fallen. Walking running-off child,
    grabbing the perambulator again, and continued walking on at the road:
    ‘Do Not Walk!’ then:
    ‘Do Not Run!
    The walking child only hearing the last word as usual:
    ‘Walk!’; and wondering what all the shouting was about, and running:
    ‘Stop! at the edge!’ hearing all the words this time: thoughtfully:
    ‘O.K?’ then:
    ‘O.K.!’ trying out these new words heard from them and at school.
    ‘Stop!’ and stopping in the middle of the pedestrian pavement.
    To get collided into and rolling on the ground giggling in the middle of the road?! getting up and running off laughing, looking backwards,
    ‘STOP!’
    at the corner, turning into the next junction:
    ‘Stop! at the Road! Kerb. Pav(e)ment…’ He catching up, pushing the pushchair ahead, the walker hanging on, over the kerb and into the road. Looking both ways, and then both ways again. Then back again, one last way this time: too quickly…going to Run! the way the traffic was headed, moving slowly, one car stopped, and a polite hand to let them across, to a wave returned.
    Watching-out, for all three; and to the oncoming traffic split by traffic lights commanding: Stop, Start, or Pause…to the other side safety to the other kerb:
    ‘Walk!’ Children chasing on ahead to The Corner Shop. The ‘little-one’ in the buggy trying to get out to follow, shouting, and pointing with one, then both index-fingers, toward the road:
    ‘Taxi!’ swiveling around almost falling-out.
    Pointing, ahead:
    ‘Taxi-Bus!’ the other returning, giggling:
    ‘A Taxi!’ correcting POSHish country teacherly voice and then at they passed the Shop pleading
    verbally and non-verbally tugging and whining for sugary sweets:
    ‘Helicopter!’ shouted-heat camera-singing and pointing and swiveling around again:
    ‘The-Corner-Shop!’ the other:
    ‘Sweets!’ categorically usually not until they came home from school and nursery.
    Even then only some days, and if they had been good at school or nursery. But always worth a try…. pointing jumping up-and-down, on the buggy the other falling out, buckles unbuckled, by the older one:
    ‘As long as you behave yourselves today, and they’re not too-bad for your teeth, and you clean your teeth!’ they knew that.
    Giggling both, all the more, at some reference only they knew.
    To the words, the noises, and the tone of voice, the bedtime:
    ‘Clean your teeth!’ pause:
    ‘Properly!!’ The older-one repeated, and they went into more fits of giggles into the Newsagent-come-grocers and confectionary shop and sometime tobacco cigarette and alcohol licensed off-licence.
    Where He, and She, and They stopped each morning, for bread, or a newspaper.
    On the way to Nursery and School, when it was His turn, always the possibility of both mythical and real: sweets, as well.
    As they crashed through the door the older one getting deliberately, or so it seemed in the way of the baby-buggy, asserting rights over the other smaller and weaker and re-leased both leaning up at the shop counter not unusually, but always predictably in the morning rush with so many other things to think about the only thought, unable to think about anything-else:
    ‘Children, shopping tonight? Newspaper? Sweets?’
    The buggy almost tipped over in the raucous, the older one falling over the younger, strapped in, strained at the straps, snapping painfully back.
    Letting out an ear-piercing yell. The Older-One: still giggling, until the younger lashed-out as only younger siblings know how too and the older one let out a Yell! then a Scream! apparently exaggerated explication of pain from both now and claims of unfairness idiot stooooooopPID! etc.
    ‘Come-on you’re the Older One, you should know better! Do you have to have to fight and argue over everything! No sweets!’ and then he knew, as soon as He said that that he was A Beaten Man.
    A yet louder exclamation set up. While the younger looking on in glee, quieted and puzzled, twisted turned looking upwards to The Father; for some resolution to the questioning plea and fell out of the buggy, unbuckled:
    ‘Me a’ well?’
    Looking up from the floor, the older standing and going to stamp on the younger, smiling sweetly now, the other sprawled on the floor as if felled:
    ‘Smiling Assassin!’
    He called-out from the front of the shop, in reference to the older child, and to
    The Shopkeeper who was stacking shelves from remaining stock. He, holding-up the regular National
    Newspaper, the Shopkeeper called:
    ‘Blind-Assassin(s):’ looking at the newspaper on the counter-pane:
    ‘Botched Act-of-Terror! State-sponsored!’
    ‘Dumb. The Markets…’
    ‘I know. Heard. You may as well keep that…’ to the loose change being handed over the counter:
    ‘…it will be like one of those Free-Ones!’ hearing, and not listened-to until later, scanning the headline:
    WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! the money left on the shop-counter chuckling when the remark
    realised:
    ‘No, I got it!’ minding: The Children who were not fighting but pretending to steal, sweets, not knowing any better yet, knowing better; laughing, and looking obvious.
    The Shopkeeper bagged and handed over most of what it was they-wanted, pointed at with shrill voices still:
    ‘There you are, for later…your Dads’ change!’ the customary sweet as-a gift now in-change sometimes anyway for a small note passed across the counter.
    From the father and then the Shopkeeper to them and then him:
    ‘Daddy keep sweets…for later.’
    The Children looking pleased, and anxious-also, that they too might have to ‘keep it for later’ with only the then conditional:
    ‘And only if you are Good today!’
    The emotional and ethical merged into puzzlement. Sweets given to the Father patiently waiting to get off to nursery, school, and work. Again consternation, put-on, by the older child, to the younger. Pouting, dropped lower-lip.
    Acting-out, pretending, face pulling. Puzzled at and copied by the younger. Both suddenly laughing at this, and between themselves at something they did not really know what it was to be Good or: All-Day or how, or what it was, to attain this.
  2. The Banker and The Clerk.
    The investment merchant-Banker sat-back, and glanced across at the administrative accounts’-Clerk, sat in the opposite seat, a fixed-table between travelling on this same-train same-time, same-carriage.
    For the-Clerk the same-seat, if that or any other was to be had amongst the everyday commuters seated and a few standings, today, usually crammed-in each weekday, early-morning into The City.
    For the-Banker, this day too-early for the usual-reservation. With, or today without, waiter-served breakfast, or a free-morning newspaper. Only those freely given-away and piled-up in the station forecourt to be taken-away. That had to be paid-for anyway by publicising the latest model and version, and most reasonably-priced. Like copies of The Big Issue sold-on by Homeless-people in Metropolis’ around the world: no such thing as a free-lunch the-Banker reasoned.
    First-Class: The Financial-Newspaper paid-for anyway by The Railway Company: Public-Private Infra-Structure: ticket-seated and breakfasted comfortably with:
    The-Financial Newspaper at massively discounted market-rate or cost-price freely as-advertising encouraging in-someway paid-for, and for: returns…on-credit.
    The Newspaper could be easily afforded, anyway. Today’s loss-leader, tomorrow’s winner paid-for upfront from the station kiosk, day upon day.
    The Newspapers Corporate-Investment: at-least knowingly borrowed-on:perma-Credit: Merit: StaffCost(s): paid-off and on continuing steady-sales to be recouped; shorted, daily, and long-term investment…achieved…
    Today, The Newspaper not given-away with the extortionately and exclusively permissive over-priced pass paid-for this day into the City’ Stock-Exchanges and Financial-Markets. Staff-costs (some) and paper and inks (none) included free magazine as affecting the World, obviously.
    The Annual-Executive rail-ticket paid-for, whether used or-not.
    This day the first train out and apparently all carriages only Standard-class available.
    A single First-class carriage was filled-up quickly by anyone who had a ticket and conceivably some who did-not: there were no-tickets being checked or paid-for apparently the barriers left-open and inviting all-comers…
    For the-Banker, for another-time that morning, something mildly, now-seconded, and markedly unusual. The earlier, when the radio alarm-clock had switched-on routinely with the early-morning fishing, farming, road, and rail conditions.
    Airline and shipping delays, arrivals, and departures, and speculative forecasts: weather-reports, from around the world, local, and global, political-economic and media-news: with the previous-nights’ closing market-prices from around The World…there had been developments overnight, that needed attending-to.
    From the emptying platform, the-Banker and the-Clerk boarded the train together more or less equal. The-Clerk with a Free advertising-Newspaper and headphones, plugged-in to a mobile Media-Centre. The-Banker with a bought-copy of The Financial-Newspaper from the trains’ limited half-empty double-decker, food and drinks re-freshments’ trolley.
    Having taken the first seat-available in the nearest Standard-Class compartment coupled with a foul-stench reeking drain-leaking latrine literally retching between the brown and grey-green patterned seats along the narrow aisle way, the-Banker waving the newspaper ahead as if to clear-the-air.
    Un-wavering when shunted across by the next-passenger inline, to the only vacant window-seat glanced across-to and sedentarily leaned-forward across the table between them and asked of the-Clerk, already sat down-opposite:
    ‘So, what do you make of it all then…?’ in the customary easy clear voice of one-born with the interrogative confidence of swift appraisal.
    As in-stantly as-if mysteriously-accusatory…as if with some felt need for validation-test; violent-valediction, justification, testimony, guilt?
    Even before any evidential fact, or fiction?
    With a self and other-deceiving finality, justifying, with instant-conviction…but of who? By whom?
    Despite the original opening-question, it seemed as if with no real right-of-reply. The initial conversational-question asked as if intended not to be replied-to or any other-mindedly mitigating circumstances or any-answer-at all, particularly, or generally, listened-to.
    Or so the younger-Clerk surprised to be spoken-to then considered: perhaps like a nurture-nature kind of thing? Possibly a-Plebeian enquiry? Selected-standard flagged with no-probation the-Clerk decided: more likely a command, to make something of IT, and to-be-taken-notice-of.
    Notice-given of anyway disregarding of the possibly-paranoid maniacal rhetorical-answer awaited, or not, by either, or Both, regardless of the-Other: The subtler -Inquisitor? The Quicker to-the- Draw? Bandit-Queen?
    The original-recipient by-assumption looking-up from a streaming mobile smart-phone camera and videogames-console: USB-4slot-machine…game: WarFair4.com downloading…
    PER (personal electronic reader)/de-pocketed-information-recorded singularly removing the ear-phone microphone-socketed-lead off-line searching for the source of the mildly-irritating openly questive-words’ spoken re-corded electron positron negative neutral proton-core still as directly-to, or so it seemed to the-Clerk, in almost immediate reply:
    ‘Don’t know what to make of what?’ then:
    ‘Senseless.’ as to The-Banker as to The Newspaper
    headline shaken-out, the whole carriage could now view. The-Banker sat-back purposefully, purportedly,
    and provocatively, to-unfold The Financial-Newspaper with the headline outermost, upper-most:
    WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! and seen again that photograph taking up the whole of the rest of
    the grey-top printed front-page remaindered, pictured in the minds’ eye…
    Now, turned inside-out and with a
    staring squeezed blink of the eyes, fumbled as if in a freak storm, a blown umbrella, quickly folded-away.
    To the-Clerk: hung-out to dry: having seen earlier the front-page photograph, and one-liner top
    headed: WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! re-conceived on-line connected…down-loaded and
    updating second to second milli-second, minute-to-minute mobile-version uploading freely…with-
    advertising:optional: Freeview choice fee-skipping…
    The-Clerk looking-down and into the same recently concealed picture, and slowly re-storing from browsing-history, as accurately acutely-historically as-depicted. As veritably verifiably un-faked updated un-tampered-with: mobile cell-phone-photographed syndicated and World-Wide-Web: networked-scene: as at the end of the previous day: the-City: stocks and bonds’ markets as then as now: seen news-printed and pictured from the evening before: a litter-strewn like old ticker-tape across The Merchant Bank Trading-Room floor.
    Forsaken, and an unforgiving-blankly waiting-screen strap-line banded:
    Markets Closed. Markets Closed. Markets Closed…the single-slogan as about to go up or down was not possible to tell diagonally.
    From one corner of the screen to the other perhaps tangentially-to slip-backwards flickering erratically across continuously stuttering…across perhaps, another:
    Markets Closed. Only-slightly blurred from the-top aloft above, or below, the perfect: the-normal midway (i)deally positioned not at the-extreme outer-fielded or even ever truly evenly-centred: but as inside-out and now, as stilled.
    As then, as now: as if no-longer exciting or existent now, as if no-longer exc(i)(t)(ed.) as of now, and then, no-longer anymore. Un-changing exchange…in-flexibility flexibility(y)ies…
    Ever more exchanged until stopped perfectly still in its tracks, nowhere at all.
    Except: now, there: only as stop-framed time-up: bleeped…
    Cinematographically stilled, to be recorded, and repeated any movement as any-moment only impendent…
    In the-cloud…independently that bold bland statement on-hold flickering nonetheless-memorific ally fuzzily held in-abeyance:
    Markets Closed. shimmering-pixelated grid-table mapping diagrammatic…a flickering…
    A coming-together. As a vertiginous horizontally remote-geometrically sited as a new dawn held rising, over the Worlds’-Edge. The-Cityscape-skyline…diverting…
    >Banking-details…scans scams threateningly un-throated un-declared-bribery and corruption and fraud on-consultancy and management-only commission-contracts hostaged hi-jacking debt-ransoming-deals projected unfounded confidence evidence?
    Optimism, pessimistically keeping quiet: the-private/public purse: tax-dodging as if this would be enough to boost-real confidence on-fixed and unfixed violin-fiddling burning-figures re-vealed:
    > Weaknesses:… Strengths and:… sub-titling screen-fantasy theme: distinctive emblematic-corporate-creations: dis-owning any real-identity or real-personality patched-together buffer-zone: video-text typeset: cast-role freely-played-ambiguously between Good-and-Evil.
    Between:
    ‘O.K.?’ and not too-bad.
    ‘One -price and another and downright-incorrectly dis-honestly and non-rightly irresponsibly:
    stealing: sealing The-Deal: Generic-key: Designer-rip-off: online:
    Dialogued. Options: with-structure and series arcade-style deviation from the normal… too complex-to-

control, if at all cutting-edge cut:

         >To: the Cit(y)ies: How We Live: Where and between each-other: with people we look like who we think looks like ourselves, we ghettoize whether in the City or Countryside families living close or close to close to until they, we feel less, or more, than 20-25% until we feel uncomfortable threatened or angry. Then, we move, or we move, anyway, somewhere with a higher perceived proportion, as ourselves. Through the wall(s): the closest neighbour family and friendship(s) solar-sailing and re-turning daily

Community-Street: weekly, monthly, and for years on-end for Many Millennia on the Globe.
Between the Sun and Moon: Lunar drawing-onto
Land and into the Skies. Dinosaurus Birds and:
‘Space-Red: Sea-Monster.’
‘Mean Green-Blue-Oceanic:’
‘Technological and Fiscal ex-pan(s)(i)on…’
‘Printing-Money…’ screen-pixelated:
‘Stamping-Feet? Perhaps, bringing the-City down?’
The-Country? Whole-Continent(s): like amoeba
bacteria cytoplasm lichen on the surface…
Into the air and space-breathing-Glaciers below:
‘Iced-up Market(s)…’
‘Military Lockdown.’
‘Not this time.’
‘Invaded! Co-Lateral!! Being brought-down! Regime-change…’
‘Financial-Pricing Systematic Monetarist: The-World!’ ethno-linguistically gender and cultural-ability driven:
‘Merit-(o) Crass. Us! Plut(0)cracies!!!’
‘Crap You.’
‘Dictatorship! Of-You?’
‘Of: The Proletariat?’
‘Eradicate-Poverty?’
‘Eradicate the-Gentry?’
‘Eat-The-Rich.’
‘Socialist-Dictatorship?’
‘Free-Trade Monopolyies? Eat Social-Democracyies…’
‘Re-publican…’
‘Communist: Individual Wealth Gap (I W G):’ nonetheless…
‘Democracy…Capitalist: Wealth-Gap. Don’t you get it?’
‘I Get IT. Dictatorship over a Minority. Monopolyies. All Minorities one-way or another…’
‘First past the post.’
‘Then?’
‘There to stay. Familial. Monarchial-Presidential:’
‘Voted-for?’
‘Rigged!’
‘Ballot or Bullet@?’
‘Any family alive?’
Dictatorship of the Proletariat.
Of the Soviet Military Bureaucrat Bloc.
China. 5G U.S. Eyes in the Sky.
‘Smart-Plane…’
‘Drones everywhere.’
‘Everywhere.’
‘Solar-Wind. Buy-Out?’
‘Good-tactics? Buy-in?’
‘Global?’
‘Know of Any?’
‘What?’
‘Tactics? Civilization? Rule of Law?’
‘A good idea…but…’
‘But what?’
‘Brought-down!’
‘Bought-up!’
‘Bought out!’
‘By? Who? Why? Grotesque Over:(I)nvestment: GOB: (i)n:’
‘Commercial and Re-sidential: sold-as: Leisure-Property: Port-Folio (LPPF):…’
‘Strategically-falsely promoted tactics…’
‘Dot-Comms….’
‘Buildings…’
‘Land. And destroying…
‘Forest-Funding’ by incomprehensible debt-instrument…
‘The-Peoples’ ourselves?’
‘Governments?’
‘Governance. Disabling Misogynist-Paternalistic Sovereign Presidential. Familial Big-Business!’
‘Areas of Expertise (AoE) Core in-Corporation(s):’
‘Funding-Investment. Growth!’
‘Banks’ false fake-growth.’
‘Too-quickly…’
‘Too-slowly…’
‘To get-out.’
‘Or not at all? Now?’
‘Corporate-Greed. Fraud. Corruption…Sexploitation with violence-in-defence…’
‘Fences….’
‘Borders…’
‘Corrupted con-merchant(s)…’
‘Attacking:’
‘Consumer-Choice!’
‘Spent on Family Charity Big-Projects…’
‘Infra-Structure?’
‘Energy?’
‘Perhaps the-Price of Civilisation?’
‘Librar(y)ies?
‘Charity.’
‘Bringing in the good(s).’
‘Taking-out more-like…Buy-low. Sell-High:…’
‘Of-course. Buy-High…’
‘Build-on…’
‘Sell-Low?’
‘Sell-Out?’
Bought-Off. Hostage to Fortune(s)…
City-Skyline.
Same as it’s ever been…
Bringing in the-Harvest…
‘Or-not…’
‘Global-failure:
‘Fear-of?’
‘F. Off! Declaring: Price-War! Hiked Interest-Rate(s): for Currency-Exchange:’
‘Far-Out: Off Goods and Services: hitched un-hinged:’
‘Trade-Wars! list…’
‘EuroCentric: Imperial/Colonialisation…’ seriously conscionable:
‘US:UN: China-Russe-Euro: BrISA-Crisis…’
‘Brexit Pound-PIGS. Farming. Industrial and Servicing: Development Bank(s): Everywhere. Asia
Africa and the southern Americas to Mexico-City.’
‘Language(s):? Indo-European: Asia-Europe: Global-failure bailed-out: UK/USA. Of
the Money-Banking System this-time@Money-Go-Round(MGR) fun(i)mation:
‘Bubbles?’
‘Media.’
‘Double-Bubble of everything, triple.’
‘Your-Own?’
‘Triplicate, now…Quadratic…The Great North-Sea! Arctic-Circle saw nothing like this! Gas and Oil. Seas
and Ocean(s)…’
‘Desert Fresh-Water: underground: Plastic(s): Pipeline…whole-Villages disappear(ed.)!!! Methane-burst!
CO2. Hydro-Global!’
‘Of-Course! Metals and Minerals mined from the poorest to the Richest listed-value back to the
various-Elites’ money peasant-food and gadgets cheaply-made heavily over-priced :Solar-Wind Nuclear
Free! Health&Social-Care! (I)nnovation -profit to re-peat endlessly digitally value and cost: Europe and
across South/North America…’
‘Stitching-up the Globe!’
‘Making…’
‘Fortunes!!! How?’
‘What?’
‘Trade? How?’
‘Trainers? Children’s athletic shoe-school in Cambodia and Bangla-Desh: East-Pakistan…’
‘Western-Afghanistan and …
‘Africa?’
‘Back to that?’
‘They knew what was happening in that village. The Army Commander and NCO ordered to surround the
village to catch and question any escapers…to find out if the Free Independence Army had taken control or not.
The Revolutionary Guards guerrilla from within shut the People up in huts and threw in hand-grenade and set
fire to the huts. It was almost as an act of mercy, unavoidable, and yet this revelation, this revolution!
Liquidated by the National-Colonial Army…gang-raping and shooting: male and female shamed breasts and
limbs hacked-off punishment:
Saudi-U.S.A.
China-Japan
South America
Indonesian Capital-Punishment:
‘Got away with Murder!’
Sri-Lanka Bharat
Euro-Russe Australian
African Apocalypse:
‘Land and more besides: Desert and Caucasian-Mountains…’
‘Irani and Iraqi and Syrian Desserts Food-Crisis Humanitarian.’
‘Climate-Change: Crisis. Drought. ‘Flood.’polar equatorial: rivering to the Planets’ tune roadways and
railways, underground and into Vacuum-Space! Flooded Earth too…’
‘Oceanic-Ice and Sand: Shale.’
‘POGS: PlasticOilGasSilicon Salt and building Sand…’
‘Pipeline(s): Clean-Water:’
‘Gas. Oil. Monetised:’ moaned…
‘Digital: Macro-Economics for: Outright-Profit.’
‘Max. of: The People?’
‘Minority-Dictatorship of the Elite:’
‘Workers’ Class?’
‘Military.’
‘Businesses:’
‘Bureaucratic.’
‘Anti-Trust?
‘Party. Monopoly-Capitalism Government every sector 5^6 including (i)nvestment Merchant-
Trade Banking: loans to the shops and factories and into peoples’
(I)n-Corporations…
Homestead-1
Government Nationalistic
Exceptionalism
Corporations (GNECs): Characteristic(s): New-Era: Global: five and six…
‘At seven billions…’
‘Now?’
‘Plastic. Over-All:Sector Energy and Material Goods…’
‘All-Over sector. Stocked and Stored.’
‘Shared?’
‘Bought and Sold? Fixed far-ahead: Registered-Bank(s): As-if…’
‘Bonus on top of that! Paying no-Taxes.’
‘None-seen.’
‘Who pays Taxes? Offshore Banking Business OBB)?’
‘Share-Holders…Peoples’ Infra-Structure:’
‘Their-Customer-Base?’
‘Worker(s)-Peoples’ Beneficent Practical: (I)n-vestment-Future(s)…’
‘(B(I)F(s): P(Id.)S(s)(i) Poor?’
‘RE-In-surance? Personal Pension Investment income? Savings?’
‘Mis-sold of course. None. Zilch. Sweet FA. All: HiStory! Herstory@Secured@Profit: at any Cost?’
‘Subscribed regular-income? Outgoings…un-Secured?’
‘Privately-secretive private-ownership of the means-of-production.’
‘Private-Property by Capital-Accumulation National Securityies Bureau.’
‘Laws vague and wide ranging…’
‘Cloudy weather? Re-Investment? Re-Insurance?’ bundled-risk:
‘Pension?’
‘Pissing-me? Pissing-down!’
‘Crapping-away! Now!’
‘Scrapping? Cashing-in?’
‘Scraping Welfare-Taxes?’
‘If You’re the Rogue-Revenue? I don’t owe…’
‘Revenue? Police and Thieves?’
‘Riot For Food?’
‘No!’ Low Social Mobility (LCM). As: 4&against:
‘High Social Mobility? Where?’
‘Anywhere!’
‘No-Where! Fiscal-War crimes top2toe!’
‘Lowest: poor and homeless…race&gender:’
‘Elitist Familial Sovereign-City: Nation:State: less…’
Coastal&Inland. Border-Town(s): piss-poor: apart from: Tourism: Guide:
Taxes and fund(i)ng(s): supports taken(a)way: online: Social-Structure:

Austerity-Bubble burst gave-up all its’ gains draining-away…
Profit/Losses from last-year’s profit-invested research&Development.

Losses only on last year’s outrageous profits@Tech. screen(s): enmityies

Private-Equit(y)ies: Stocks and Shares’ Corporate bias(ed.) algorythms

Anti-Trust. Corporate-Monopoly. Non-monopoly competition ruined and bought-out, sell-off, and monopoly take=over price-merger:

Capital/Communist Monopoly. Government-Monopoly
Domestic-Competitions’ and Co-)peration(s)’ rules and usual-behavior:
Qualit(y)ies…
Quantity-costs and price. Pay&Price.
Qualifies’ Bonded-Global Government securities…

Cyber-Security Sanction(s) busting back-door:

Tech-Hostage. Front-Door: Banker-Arrest and re-lease and re-leased and arrested again for a very long time self im-posed exileAbroad, home-warned.

Inside-Track. Consultant Health&Safety safe-working conditions…
Robbers-all. Rubber Corporate-Trade less so, than Government.
Public/Private. Data-sharing: Comms hacking Cyber-Attack. Viral
Impact peaks and depressing troughs’ costs’ rise and fall. Faster and slower impact on price-cost of:
Tariff(s): on imports from abroad; equal-out across different goods costs and services.
Stronger and weaker revenue-growth, any growth, domestically, and abroad, gone too far-out.
Losses over last year’s VicTor(t)(i)(y)ie(s)! Profits!
Over-loss€(sssh…) re-trenchment in the surrounding countryside, and see out the winter
Benchmark:Marker-Price: N/nnn: Global Interest Rate.
Gross/Net Domestic Product, PPP (Purchasing Power Parity) as costs and expenditure to the thousands and millions and billions that make up Global Trade.
Trillions&Quadrillions as we go along.

4PRINCIPLES upheld US Dollar and China Yuan.
Argentina and Turkey. Yemen, Lebanon, Palestine and Israel Democracy.
Indonesia, and Australia. South America trading partners as Japan and Indo-nesia.
Africa digital knowhow and skills to produce doctors and scientists better employed up to now, abroad.
Over reliant on Foreign Capital: U.S. Dollar or Yuan: to base currency: and know-how, from all over.
Corrupt deadly Empiric. Excess&Error in support of murderous traitorous, in the end walked off into the dry
desert from the Oasis destroyed poisoned the villages and peoples by genocide burning tyre necklaces not of gold ore but valuable rubber.
En-Slaving Israel-to-Egypt and returning…
Slavic-Slave. Chinese Indian Arabic Roman Anglo-English
American French and Spanish and Portuguese as Dutch or lastly as largely diamonds&Gold stolen and monetized most terrorisingly terrifyingly de-nounced de-ported be-trayed traitor killed perhaps the next Reign of Terror.
The French Republican Revolution and Germanic Belgian Nazi Monastic
Amazon Congo Forest Wars.
The British Empire, and Nazi-America
North-South Spanish Portuguese…speaking, all over the world.
Chinese, Arabic and Hebrew.
Latin, English, and Urdu/Hindi. Fascist-Europe Russe-CEO:
Middle-Kingdom Heir(o)glyph
Wars of de-colonialisation personal women and children.
FREMILO respect life rehabilitate traitors only the small minded seek revenge we do not torture and kill like our colonial masters like our colonial mistresses the Elephant cannot see the Ant that it treads on but it can feel the flea that bites!
The Liberation Movement knows of our supporters and of our traitors…
National Wars of Liberation from collaborators with Foreign Powers invaded by bullet&bread occupied-land used as experimental weapons research wars of resistance witness at massacre of…
FIAT D91’s
Military-Helicopter machine-guns flame throwers and heavy chemicals flaming from barrels…
To take responsibilities for your-own owned post.
A sad repetition you cannot ig($)nore.
Recognise the past.
Respect the future.
Re-construction com.patriots and citizen collaborators the bullet or the ballot.
Both: the same now, as far as either of them or anyone on the train there, or anywhere-else knew as of:
All: African: Business-Dealings: the Ireland of Ireland? Civilis(ed.) Commerce, that evening, instant, before:
Governor-Commander
Business-Boss:
‘Put(s)?’
‘Stayed?’
Both now in the knowledge assumed of the other. Both assumingly knowingly, unknowingly, yet simply pictorially- imagining that morning the scene(s) as unchanged from the nighttime before then, as now: inside the City Stock-Market Building heavy-teakwood mahogany doors tightly-closed hermetically-sealed a normally fluorescent glow turned-off.
Except for a single computer-screen presence, remaining-there:
Markets Closed as if readied for all time, previously, for this day.
As if this had never happened before.
Yet it had. Every-Day:
Markets Closed.
From the evening-before, as in clueless useless pointless pointed dire-warning: retro-once only kind-of installed as if permanently; equivocally, perhaps,
warning automatically not to be taken too-literally; not-to-be(ig)(s)nored or ind(e)finitely normally meaning:
Be-fore the cleaners had cleaned-up and some but then not-everyone- else had been cleaned-out.
Before nightlife restaurant and television cabaret the latest news and sport weather then repose-taken.
The on-message only that:
‘The-Markets will be open again and sooner rather than later…’
‘Again? This-day?’
Both:
‘As any other-day?’
‘So, what do you make of it now, then?’
‘Business as Usual. This…day…’
‘This day?’ taking-over the competing computer-programmers’ co-operatively collectively
collaboratively algorithmically metering as an un-licensed taxi-cab carrying and insuring business-plans
financially under-written and over-insured. Under-insured, over-written, or re-insured, or not-insured at
all: looking out the window:
Violence-suspected…
Different.
An Act of God?
The Markets on Auto-Selling…
A.I. One I owe U.
‘An Act of Us!’ pre-
programmed virtual-win, lose, or draw, cancelled postponed, and re-negotiated the animal-urge to risk, and
win or destroy through mistake, error…
Circumstances unfathomable into living-liv(ed.) obliteration, nevertheless, un-constrained.

Im-posing the aggressive-investment and Merchant-Bankers’ Clerk
Re-insuring
Not adequately re-ensuring
Re-assuring the values of private-equity stock-in.

Government and Admin. Peoples’ currency-bonds individually car-plane train-crash(ed!).
Personally self-owned, by self, &^or Other. Access to the Law. Justice(s)…
Mobile-wealth. Exercise your Right to Vote in free&fair election(s)
oh! Denizens! Priced-out, cash-back, borrowed on payday tax-loan food-bank(s)
Accountant-Clerks’ savings-account pension and insurance, and country clear profit-to
Government-Taxes
paid-in, or not.
Corporate Taxes dropped…
Unemployment-Benefit, or not.
Well-Fare. Well-Fair ability and illness credit as
Compensation or re-compense in sickness and in health.
Or, not. WarFare.4. WarFair4
Un-paid breaks taken: tea/toilet booked in-and-out
Healthcare&welfare as we shall
most definitely need at the final-end.

Abroad. Suitcases full of cash it may as well be, except electronically and to-be taken-back with inward investment repayment in compensation hitting-growth.
Yet hardly covering the original pseudo-doc. computer-crime of misleading in sin in-bribes and back-handers’ dodgy-deals information reneged-on millions of them, billions, trillions, quadrillions…
Of fixed-rates false-accounting fake-(i)nformation
Cash-in-the-bank
Fake-ecologyies
Cash that stayed out-of-the-bank. Uranium. Gold and Gems.
Stayed-out. Tax-free taken, stolen, now Tax-free for the Government and People, Free-Trade.
Moved. Ill-liquidated, stashed-away: unavailable to-government, or to the-People to spend.
Of the-Family-Business and as of small-Company-Name(s): seen briefly as painted hoarding pasted on the side-of-buildings.
Plastic-Palaces: Advertising as along the embankment railway-track alongside sidings and stations to be > > >passed-through > > > at high-speed, non-stopping…
All else, stopped.

Closed, shrunk, and engulfed by-globular enlarged Corporations’ local-corruption
Advertising-hoardings for Banks’ Currency Economic-Zone and Country-Town passed-through.

Bank High-Street: branches closed-shops and as autumn leaves currency-exchanges as-laundering twigged risked domestic clearing-houses for return(s) or no-return collap(s)ed.:
‘By the end of this-day? All-won or lost?’
‘Banks? Private-Equity…’
‘Shops. People…’
On screen:
‘Purchasing-Power?’
‘Profit-to-Interest Rates.’
‘Personal-Equit(y)ies!’
‘Or still stood still? Quits?’
‘50/50%? Who wins does not lose.’
‘Who loses does not win.’
‘Really?’ All investing higher-and-higher with insecure unsecured funds in stocks and insurances: interbank loans re-insurances, and re-sales…within (closed-text) the listings…
Over and into… almost as suddenly as the whole front-page picture re-pasted into-memory…
For the-Clerk far from assuaging the culpability of the-other now exposed as the deplorably irresponsible and reckless lender. Not, as yet, wrecked-borrower, wreaked havoc-upon.

To the-Banker, the- Clerk cast now as the likely irresponsible, yet hapless helplessly indebted, no-deposit poor credit-rating history first-time mortgaged and-possibly employee. As in: Bank-loaned as salaried, invested monthly paid-off to be paid-back payday pay-check paper-money on-screen backed and banked:
The-Bankers’ Newspaper front-page pictorial held-out, taut-and-proud, as a flag of convenience.
Or as a crumpled bank-note.
Opened, to the light of day, as checking the veracity of foldin’ money: cash: Bill-Fold
Bank-Account the-Clerk knew; and returned, momentarily to the hand-held, now re-opening news-filtering screen-newspaper heard again as the rustling of dry-leaf cadaver.
#
‘Pure-Plastic-Age.’
‘Ex-e-cutive: Golden-Account CoalOil&Gas: Plastic-Paying: over again…’
‘Techno-Digital Geek-World: General Engineering & Electro-Knowledge: (I)(n)formation:

Outside the Train-Carriage: the weather not that inclement, or autumnal for the leaves to be springing, rising from their branches, or be freely-falling as snow-covered as foraging nuts and berries, for the long cold winter.
The Newspaper turned crisply inside-out and halved-again. Both to the same page skim-read by the-Clerk earlier: pre-registered up-front…next page…and as World-Wide-Web free and as-expected to be paid-for not:- freely-enabled seen with advertisements, and scammed, both skipped…to:
The (I)nsider-Report:
As of today there is so much owed, by so many, that cannot start to be paid-out or paid-back this day, or the next…
This morning the stock-markets are closed. Once more World-Trade has ground a halt.
All Credit-Trading, has been suspended.
The trading of stocks and shares in recent times has left prices at such all-time high-levels, that, overnight, have collapsed.
We are yet again in the grip of the greatest global fiscal and financial- fiasco, the greatest-ever: Economic-Crisis, ever, again.
Further-down:
This morning in Geneva there is to be an announcement of the International Conference on Monetary Compliance (ICMC). There is to be a declaration of economic policy and intent. This announcement is expected to stabilise major-global currencies and exchange-rates, at some mutually-agreed rate. To boost-confidence in the banking-system and in Global Fiscal-Policy and World-Trade. A shared protocol, at Midday, world mean-time today, by the International Date-Line will…
Then:
‘There will be winners; and, there will be-losers…’ spoken out loud…un-loaded…uploaded…
Looking-up The-Banker as from The-Clerks’ laid-back attitude, drawn from the impending appended silence. The-Banker now self-imposed imaged point-of-view of the pictured closed-markets of:
The-Barrel:
‘The Photo: AKA: The-Cage?: calculated-risk? Join the-Game?’
‘Game?’
‘Markets Closed? No-real-risk…then?’
‘Limited-liability…only the-details to be added. Only-just…’
‘Only? Just? Then?’
The-Banker, on mobile cellphone earpiece bartered furtively and openly and loudly and confidently as if now confidentially swapped hand-signals and punched the air slapped both-palms together:
‘High-fives! We are in the tens…six…seven!’
‘Billions?’
‘ If you Will!’ and holding a-hand over the heart openly-palmed, and as sat, bowed slightly winked, a single staring- eye, as stooped to conquer:
‘Trillions, now…’
‘Quadrillion?’
With on-screen confirmation…re-directing…confirming… password…and printed-off paper-copy waved frantically financial-agreement-stipulating:
‘Only to be signed-off…’ lifted from the floor brief-case revealed laptop lapped at reading-off as: The-Clerk now speaking:
‘400-billion assets signed-off? Ten for Every One of US share-holder voters on this Planet!’
‘Plateau-purchase risk…’
‘RE-lease Asset(s):…’
‘Rented indebted dispossessed bundles in Ghetto mixed-housing and vigilant…’
‘What we want is wiki-feed…’
‘Quantity-Data quantified…’
‘Quants?’
‘Wants?’
‘Needs? Monetarise@Hell! No! No-one-else but Us?!’
‘No-one else?’
‘But. Us.’
‘Paradise.’
‘Utopia. Forest-Management. Fire-Fighting.’
‘Ultra-Power: Corruption and Lies…’
‘Oil, Gas and Water-supplies cut-off.’
From: Imperial-Colonial Farm:
Petty Land-Owner Plantation: UnderGround River-Railway: Home own-owned lived-in at Home.
The-Clerk continuing:
‘But the Markets are Closed. Deal(s) to be added, then?’
‘Details?’
‘How many-Trillions-more? Before-what? All is Lost?’
‘De-valued. Bought-out.’
‘What? Sold-off? That is the name of the Game?’
‘Selling-off…’
‘The Family? Is that it? Gold&Silver? Silicon-Tech.? Banks themsel(f)ves…?
‘Buying-up…’
‘To the lowest bidder(s)…’
‘People bought-off…’
‘Loaned back-out. Same.’
‘Difference?’
‘To the-Buyer. Or to the-Seller?’
‘Buyers’ market?’
‘Seller?’
‘Dealt-with.’
‘Deals?’
‘Done.’ and with a nod, laterally entrusted, undisputed, and further endorsed over-lengthy client midday luncheon tied-in: gifting as-charity by guilt-association expense-account accounted-for and through electronic/signatory: pass-name and number and as a matter of public-record:
‘Details?’
‘No longer negotiable…’
‘Always…’
‘Or ever-were?’
The-Banker:
‘Then?’
Tapping keyboards:
‘Then?’
Then:
‘All to-be ironed-out today…’
‘By the all the-Clerks’ of All the-Worlds’ Works!!!’
As if spoken be-fore, many-times, both.
Informa(t)-kwiki: transparent liquid-like, solicited.
Solid as an assignment.
Scenario: Population: Proposition: Projected through the air cloud-like as before the-bell was rung for-departure.
As a warning to anyone last-boarding the train doors closed the train-carriage sealed and seated up-front aside:
‘I don’t know what to make of ‘It’ yet…’ pause…
Then The-Clerk bought the-thought snickered slightingly to-self as-if spoken to self.
Then: that sarcastic thought or was it sardonic? outlined out loud:
‘But I’ll bet we will find out soon-enough to-day, now, anyway? Don’t you?’ sounded differently as
if someone-else had spoken the words instead, as a gauntlet-glove thrown-down
Alter-Net: to be picked-up:
‘O.K. If that’s what you want to make of it.’
‘What?’
‘Want? We Always Do What We Want…‘
‘We?’
‘Business as Usual?’
‘When? What will you make out-of-it then?’
‘Tomorrow?’
‘Later-0n TDAY! Midday-ready…’
‘Done.’

Only as instantly-realised now and as at the time-of-speaking earlier; and, that short-moment-later as spoken now irritatingly intimating intimidatingly only-now as at the-Gamble seemingly committed-to.
The un-certainty now at such a communally, yet privately, and now seemingly shared-venture.
This seemingly reasonable as un-reasonable as to each other, as yet un-priced; as yet, only a projected-proposal, there would be a price, and a cost too:
‘Innovative Purchase-Price Initiative (IPPI) and re-sale onward: that is all you need to know’…an as yet
un-bidden offer properly in-prospect to follow-up the seemingly automatically-accepted challenge as yet to be fully realised or comprehend(ed.) version…
‘O.K.’
As well as the-other, each spoken now, and heard, and now seen:
‘No going-back now.’

Both now considering the import of these words, the more thoroughly, thoughtfully, perhaps, than said and heard those out-spoken mere words as to the-enterprising enquiry; requiring, further-reply? In-turns? Or not?
Now: the earliest near previously saved in-memory and as the first respondent again.
The-Clerk ignoring the possibility again of turn-taking with another supplementary yet elementary question:
‘Why?’
‘Why? Who?’
‘Is?’
‘What?’

Puzzlement pre-dicated predicament: seconded now by both-speakers.
Triplicated, as here, almost(i)dentically mindfully apart re-flected against all others on the train.
On the Train. (i)n the Train-Carriage: others-visible and seeing, through adjoined metal and plastic-fibre cloth air-cooled compartment and as if no further-apart or closer-to or from each other’s-truth and in each-others’ minds: and all this mean(s)?Exactly? And how soon?
How soon, is now?
How much is-enough?
And: How much is at stake here?
Exactly? as instantly both now openly re-gretting the opening-given to the exclusion of anyone-else in the rumbling bone-rattling carriage: as both-enjoined, as advertently now as in-advertently in a two-way dialogue of which at that immediate-point there was persisting yet only limited dis- or mis-(t)(y)(f)ying or any verifiable: Group-Loop: (i)(n)formation…

  1. The Accident & Emergency Department: Factory Hospital and Home.
    She had pressed the TVOFF remote laser-switch, and they all had left for school and work.
    Closing all the windows and door behind her, a short while later and going where those others had left, and others were still leaving front doors for the days school and work, and activity ahead.
    Outside and downstairs, through the piles of discarded rubbish and the door, wedged open.
    To the blocked metal refuse-chute, unmissed rubbish strewn everywhere. Re-Plastic as bottles and dish plates and bagging and carried to the concrete blocked and disposed-of in the corner of the blocked concrete and metal. The over-spilling chute stacked with black grey and white bags for collecting and sorting.
    To the stairs and the If-it’s-working lift down to the ground floor: the worst thing standing inside the open lift door not being sure if the elevator was going to work, or not. Or go crashing to the ground, like everything else.
    He was on-a-Late and so he was taking the children to school and nursery.
    He would be collecting them later today it seemed when Her shift finished early or if she could do overtime-hours, or clock-off early to collect them if there were no emergencies that was.
    Then, either would have to phone one of the other mothers or fathers to collect theirs’ as well if they could…
    She entered the same Shop that He had recently departed with The Children only a few seconds earlier, but crucially later, they had only left a few minutes, earlier:
    ‘Got any bread in?’
    ‘You may as well take one there, only one-day-stale!’ climbing-down off a stool-from-stacking-shelves:
    ‘Stale already isn’t it!? Never mind the Bakery! Haven’t seen them yet today!’
    The Shop was open as usual ready to stock-up again with the usual days-supplies that had been
    phoned in the day before, or rather:
    ‘It looks like it is ‘Whenever@The Delivery’ turns up!’
    Then, not for the first time:
    ‘Your better-half works at The Bakery, doesn’t he? They were here just a few minutes ago.’
    Then:
    ‘My Other-‘alf…went out early today to The Cash and Carry, and not back yet! I phoned-in the
    order. They said: ‘No-deliveries yet today! Nothings’ moving yet…’’
    Then, in response to an expected but not received, not ill-received:
    ‘Still; there is Hope.’
    ‘I expect…’
    ‘Gone to see if we can collect in the queue at the Cash’n’Carry. Not back yet and not called.’ pointing at the dry loaf on the shelf:
    ‘Going stale!’ momentarily paused, then:
    ‘No Cash, No Carry!’
    Exclaimed!
    ‘Fresh-is-Best.’
    Concluded.
    HERE&NOW. The Shopkeeper was stocking half-empty shelves, the last stock, sharing with anyone who came
    in the shop, for whatever they could afford of their cash and card(s): Credit/Debit: continued to her as She
    looked at: The-Newspaper(s): on the counter the stale loaf and a dry bun for steaming, offering:
    ‘We get our Bread&Cakes from Your Bakery…’ moving across the shelf,
    ‘Your other-half working there?’
    ‘Other-Half?! Quarters!’
    ‘For nothing@It doesn’t last! The old Bread&Cakes gets
    chucked away. Have to Health and Safety it or give it to The BinRaiders out the back. They have it! Still, can’t
    blame them, can you? Poor beggars. I leave it for those that take it. Homeless, you know, or out of work, on
    benefits that go nowhere. Poor and hungry and homeless. That’s where we’ll all finish-up, if we’re not careful!’
    ‘Yeah, dead at least!’
    ‘They take it home, you know, if they’ve got one. Squatting on the ground…toast on one of those outdoors braziers. They sleep under the bridge arches, some of them, you know?’
    Continuing:
    ‘Some have got homes ‘though I don’t know what state they’re in. Don’t seem to worry ‘em!’
    ‘That all you got?’ she asked.
    ‘All yesterday’s fresh has gone. Panic buying! I only let them in one at a time and one each and they
    kick-up a fuss! Not thinking of others…themselves only to profit on the backs of others…’
    At the docks and ports according to TV pointing to the corner(s) of: The Shop and on the ceiling from where CCTV beamed:
    ‘Only that one-loaf left now. We won’t get another delivery today I dare say. And I am told:
    ‘We don’t know when!’ Well, if they don’t know?’
    ‘Not midday, then, when its’ all sorted?
    Then, without catching a response:
    ‘Only the ‘papers delivered today. So far; and I haven’t paid for them yet. I only pay for what I sell.’
    ‘Don’t We All!’
    ‘How’s that?’ doubly surprised at the apparent revelation: that not everything had to be paid for up-front, the wages of work: of stocking the shop and selling not-stockpiling to attract robbers and thieves.
    The Shopkeeper came towards the counter of The Shop and continued chatting to Her:
    ‘Working for a living at Home or Away. Earning money or not. Well Fair fare yet, then? Pension? Insurance? For what? Stock Robber-Trade!’
    ‘Credit or Debit in The Bank.’
    ‘Change? Not. Now. You can give me all the money you’ve got if you like. No change to give out ‘though, more sweets or crisps…’
    ‘Like the last time.’
    ‘cheap-cheap: Chicken&Chip(s): never sell this place now.’
    Packaging: re-cyclable: ‘you can bring it back here4cash…notice:
    ‘This Country is not a Cock-house Casino.’
    ‘Henhouse then?’
    ‘Just? Like the last time?’
    ‘Just?’
    ‘Not-Just. And like the Time before that. Not-even(s). No money in the Bank. No food on the table!’
    She exhorted:
    ‘Your kids have got have something here to last them?’
    ‘Not anymore.’
    ‘Selling-Up again.’
    ‘Bankrupt, again! Even if I sell my stock at going priced-out markets and don’t feed my-familyies!
    Now? The Banks are not open, so you or I won’t be able to get any notes or cash out anyway. Never be able to
    sell this place now. You know, I’ve been trying to sell-off The-Shop and its stocks to pay off loans and bills on
    The Shop and on the Stocks; but no buyers…it’s all online. I’d have to sell-off at too lower-price. Too high

these other-Cowboys want to pay! Maybe…I’ll just up-and-go sometime, leave it all behind…’

‘Leave it to who?’
‘To: where?’
The Shopkeeper
She&self-questioned:
‘Nothing@nothing.com!’ laughing…
‘Less than Zero. Zilch. Sweet F’all…’
‘Nothing?’
She asked in wonderment.

She asked, knowing, not listening, heard it before. Selling-off and not just this
Shopkeeper, empty shop(s)
All the local Shops were owned and known either by the name on the front of the shop and/or the Cultural Nationality or Ethnic-identity of the Family Denizens that owned or rented that shop its’ stocks and shares, and did their business there. Small retailers, family-run businesses across the globe, despite the SuperMall and Hypermarket(s) still the way most shopping finishes up.
From the roadside, docks and ports, in the air, and to and from The Village, Town and The-City:
Market-Places and Streets and, of course, the wholesale-Industrial Stock-Markets and Money-Markets advertising signage noticing: Open All Day

She pondered. She looked at the front page of The Newspaper un-folded and thrown onto the light worn dark varnished and metal-trimmed wood shop counter-surface and service. She glanced at a cartoon which depicted the World’s Finance Ministers: Politician-Business Corporate-Economist(s): heads in hands sitting on stacks of useless money no words needed; no deed(s) but a like&comment…
She read for free without intending to buy on:
Global Crisis Meeting Midday Today!
Tax&Prices rises expected. turning
The (i)nside Page:
In the last weeks and months there have been queues-in-shop(s) for scarce goods, rationed by ability to pay;
there have been queues to spend, instead of investing, pay, pensions, and profits, before the things became
worthless. The prices of goods and services have increased week by week and day-by-day, minute-by-minute as
more Financial Insurance Compensation (FIC) Claims are made…
Don’t we just know it! So, what’s so different! Or not! She pondered again.
She scanned the headline into her camera-phone…
She wondered: how the small shops and retailers and service providers like Health and Social Care whether large hospital or fast-food chain cottage-hospital or cottage-loaf.
How they managed at all? With all the out of town Shopping Malls and Giant Chain Stores like Giant Chain-Saws she imagined; that everyone shopped-at because they could afford the fixed low-prices and special offers payed to shop around the big 5/6 for these; but, The Scams! Price(s)-up:
‘Prices down! Ha!’
‘241.’
When that that ever happen without Prices going upup first-first, eh?
Without any salaries and wages to give out, what to spend on the Prices anyway?!
She answered her own-question(s) to her-self: The Supermarkets paid up-front, farmer suppliers and staff but cheaply, and only what they thought they could get away with and sell at a good share-holder and Owner-Profit balanced only by necessarily what people could afford…
Health or no-health.

The Shopkeeper had continued to stock shelves with food in tins and plastic&cardboard non-bio film packets without stopping hardly and stocking the shelves and aisle way cleared, finished:
‘That’s it! Everything is out. I’m now officially out of stock!’
‘Us too, that’s why I am here!’
‘Stocking-Up?’
‘Packing-Up! Panic-Buying! and that’s IT!’ the train of thought returning to re-stacking the meagre
shelves with the remaining stock and with some finality:
‘Nothing left. Not getting in even enough buying for the Customers to cover the Household for a
Day!’
‘Nothing from the Factory either of us!’
‘All of Us?’
‘None of us.’

Existing on Bank-Loans on Capital, Stock and Shop; rent is un-paid for the year…
Governments Presidents’ Sovereign: Royal-Taxes! Peoples’ Government-Taxes:
For their own Good not-Ours’ only our votes fairly and freely manipula(t)(ed.) back at the counter handing
back the money:
‘Our Own Taxis!’
Secular-Presidential: Government-Bank: defending Social-Welfare against
attacking Corporate Companies…
‘Corporations 5^6 Global(ly).’
‘Enough-said.’
‘They cannot give us our-money so what, now?’
‘Our-Goods! They will.’
‘Our-Services! Shops! Tax-Benefits’ vs tax: re-duction: de-Duction4The Rich! %’s’
‘Richest or Poorest if you ask me. Nothing in between…’
‘Everything! We are the Majority!’
‘Now?’
‘Of-course…most-Money…most-of-us, then ten-per-cent them. Poor-I Work!’
‘Long-hours…’
‘For this Shop!’
She’d said:
‘So much more than only today…’
The Shop-keeper:
‘Stale Factory-Bread and solid steamed Bun! Go-on, you may as well take-it 4Free and The
Newspaper.’
Then:
‘Bring us some nice freshly baked Bread&Cakes to stock-up the Shop with from: The-Factory as we call-it! That is where He works, it is isn’t it?’
She-looked up:
Then:
‘They’ve closed the Bakery-Works again. Do You Know that?’
Her res-ponse:
‘Where do We get Our Bread&Cakes now then?’ sardonic.
‘Credit-Crisis again, you know?’ haha: Import/Export: Shop(s):
Chains. People as
Thing(s).
She’d also responded.:
‘Prices go up and wages go down, how’s that?’
‘No good to me. I need stock freely to sell anywhere I like, to anyone, please!’
The Shopkeeper continuing the news-broadcast:
‘There is a Rally at The Bakery, at Midday. Did you know?’
She’d look(ed.) up-again:
‘The Workers not allowed in. To the Works. Sent Home. Closed for Business. For anything? I owe them anyway. The Cash and Carry…You name it! Well into Negative-Equity now. The amount The Shop owes is owed, never Sell-Up now…unless there is a buyer, to-day, with cash! Even then, I wouldn’t take it. Not ‘til this is sorted in our favour, for once!’
‘Again.’ She’d said, and the shopkeeper at the same time and place.
‘Again.’ She’d said to seek to cheer the Shopkeeper and Family now emerged from the back room:
‘No, have to give it away! Give it all up!’
‘This-Shop is owed to who? Who do you owe? Landlord? Suppliers?’
‘All of it.’
She’d asked. Then, the Shopkeeper almost finally:
‘That is where He works ‘though, isn’t it? The Bread&Cakes Bakery-Factory?’
‘Not any more it seems…’ her sullen answer.
The Shop Keeper then, with re-newed finality and some-frivolity:
‘How about a free Newspaper?’
‘Everything else has been taken from us, they’ve bled us dry!!’ exclaimed, without irony; re-strained and mix(ed.) with anxious mirth:
‘Online.’
‘That is not in the Newspaper. That is yesterday. Everyday. Only in the news when there something extraordinary like a death on the street.’
‘In custody. That’s where they should be.’
‘Or Hospital.’
She’d said, to stem the previous merriment:
‘Where I’m meant to be.’

‘CEO-Presidential convincing Newspaper Boss. Yesterday’s news. Now Sign ‘0’ The Times Telegraph City Mail: Online!’ then changing-tack tackling:
‘You know We can’t even get retail-price from the City-Bakery, or fair price for this shop. Online (i)(t)’s Free! News of The World! paid-Newspapers…gone…’ closing-now
‘For Good! High Street. Business and Council Tax and Rental Shopfront: for: Digital-Business: Super-Hyper Markets…’
‘Government-Tax. Welfare. Train-Fare? Unfair!’
‘Plastic-polluters pay…’
‘Re-cycling Hyper-Markets!’
Market-advancing there share(s):N%/n%: Chains:5/6 Glo(b)all(y). Unbound:4Prometheus: Red-Queen. Black-Knight. White-Horses’ horde(s)…
‘Trading&Hoarding Palaces…’
‘Domestic-Work. Fair? Trainfare? War Fair?’
‘Warfare? Don’t say that or it may happen!’
‘Is happening everyday, every…’
‘Where? The Factory wants to make as much Work-Profit out of All of Us as they can. Out of All of
Us! Never mind the measly pay! Anyway…’ and pointing thumbs back through the door:
‘If The-Works are closed no Bread&Cake either…’
‘Not today, at least…’ the money for a small-loaf was put on the counter and the large sliced loaf in its
mould-inducing oily plastic-wrapper wafted and the newspaper with its banner headline declaring:
STOCK MARKETS IN CHAOS was carried off.
The Shopkeeper had said lastly:
‘Take it…’ and She took the newspaper, and left the shop.
-Will you be going into the rally?’ texted when she had left the shop, newspaper online and she called his mobile cellphone with photograph stored number gazed at longingly, but without answer, or voice-message, and as he texted immediately back:
-No point going in before the Rally! Will not get paid anyway…what about The Rally?
-Going?

  • Going Home first…catch the News…
    -OK O&O4 now…LUVU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

She worked nights, evenings, day shifts. This week, this day, it was the late-day shift; or the day late! as some liked to call it. From the ambulance station She arrived at slightly late and clocked-on. From where she drove the ambulance, maintenance engineer and assisted at accidents so-called First Aider but not a Super-Medic like some of the other crews had.
‘Be careful, today’ he had said to her:
‘I love you’ and she had replied:
’ditto.’
Accident and Emergency Crew (AEC) trained up in skills and procedures, assessment of injuries, life or death, sometimes…
Observing vital signs…moving patients safely, onto stretcher or aided walking.
Checking for any changes. To report to The Qualified Clinician taking relevant information, from carers, and others at the scene.
Administering first-aid and emergency medical procedures, transporting people to and from hospital, accident and emergency, the elderly and frail to The-Hospital appointments.
Could be anything: road accident, multiple severe injuries, or just a scratch. Taking notes for the medics, and the insurance, and police, if there had been A Criminal Act. They would be on the scene-of-the-crime.
Alleged. Or the Fire-Service if there had been a fire, or if someone needed cutting out of a car. Rescuing, from a roof. You name it. Anything, and everything could happen, and did. Never a dull moment. #
A good job, a great job, She enjoyed and was paid, well, reasonably well, but mainly regularly.
Not poor definitely not Rich!
Could be a pedestrian, or housebound, head wound, heart attack, to broken-toe.
In a busy shopping centre, or on a country lane.
Sick baby and worried parent, or elderly infirm, worried well, or unconcerned brawler wanting to carry the wound back into the bar to show-off, not realising how much blood was being
lost!
That’s when you needed back-up.
Sometimes a suicide, murder. Under a train, not much you could do them, bag them up and the undertakers take them away, to the morgue. May later just find out the official-cause-of-death: crushing or shattered, in the jargon. May have been pushed?
On the roof, threatening to jump:
‘Go on then!’ you always feel like saying:
‘…if you’re going to! I’ve got children to collect from school!’
Once the Bouncy Castle is set up against the wall, and the suicide considering the immediate consequence gets bored and tired and decides to walk the stairs.
Could be someone fallen down stairs. Beaten up in their own home. Domestic violence, denying, screaming the odds. Unruly, intractable, recalcitrant, not well-behaved.
Not well-mannered. Not biddable, broken-bones, not-funny.
It would all be reported, had to be.
To the Social Care Agent. The Housing Re-presentative.
The Police. They would press charges, if necessary.
Must do, ought to. Some of the things you see…
We would pitch-up and patch-up and tell their story as well as our own: witness.
Sometimes threatened as well. You had to stand your ground.
Emergency blue light, siren wailing. Steering in and out of that traffic that never seemed to thin out, or even give way sometimes.
Still, that was the job.
Worth hanging onto.
Going on to take the Medic and Paramedic exams, own time; evenings and weekends, and bring-up the children! Check out the Ambulance. The-Vehicle: stocked with bandages, medical and life-support equipment.
Ventilator and de—fibrilator, fabrication stored properly and in good working order.
Communication equipment, to the control-room…where she had started-out.
Learning how to differentiate one emergency from another.
Over mobile radio-telephone video-link, inside and out the vehicle, and the patients! they would joke.
Heckling themselves in their pain and agony. Not feeling the pain, not giving it out, either.
Checking mileage, speed, safety, on the road, and in situ…clean.
New documentation: date, time report charts, name… address if known, distinguishing features.
Check the fuel and oil and water, start up, at the start, and end of each shift. Driving licence of course…
Passenger Public Service classification. Different gross weights and bearing, gear shifts and light and heavy goods for the larger vehicles used in public events…
Now, though, the regular chat, only if there was time.

When She got in this morning-shift, the morning newspaper, with the Lotto numbers, and television and radio pages: this job make more than a TV drama any day of the weeks’ fiction and drama, She liked, a murder, thriller; or a biography. Not many of them write their own, do they? she thought to herself: What next? I know? Nothing! Or the rest of my life! ‘aven’t lived it all, yet! Children. Wife. Husband. Home. The Accident&Emergency Room. Department and Hospital: corridor-wings were otherwise as quiet as usual first thing in the morning: there’s always time for things to change…
‘It always gets busy as soon as I think it’s going to be a quiet day!’ She called to a colleague, and thought to herself, turn around and something happens, then it all starts happening! You hardly have time to think until the shift is ended, and no overtime-pay!
When did I last finish on the dot, the bell!!? she asked herself, rhetorically; and out loud to the others repeated:
‘When did I last finish on the dot?’ answering herself in response, with a thoughtful, but blank thought:
‘Never!’ they all chanted as if they had done this routine before. Someone in a car-crash.
On the way to work, domestic, accident, or not.
On your way to early-morning deliveries, or to a job late for. As if you are the only one of the roads. That does not have an appointment to reach. With fate, and a social duty ahead Slow Down! You are not the only one! Think Safety! Strongman&Nanny-State
Efficacyies#1. The imperative
To: keep working too ridiculous time-frames, shifts.
So, she could feel free and feed self and family; and others could be fed and stay alive.

Referrals from night-doctors; there was always work waiting anyway. No later than sooner, the first call of the day. The druggies and the drunks, and the homeless who often slipped-in, and slept in the waiting rooms during the night shift, had been moved-on, for the day shift to start.
It was not any different today, although the last call out had been a disturbance.
Some missiles thrown and one person injured, the police were there. When the ambulance arrived, the crowd had moved away.

The other Ambulance-Crew and State-Police: on stand-by had told them all about it when they got back.
The Bank had not opened. A queue, a line had formed outside many metres long and wide, a gathering mobbing crowd really of staff&customers locked-out, and angry, upset, worried, scared, lackadaisical.
Staff and
Customer(s). With people trying to get pay and savings-out before the ‘Run-out.’ as it was called.
The Bank was closed, until further notice. There had been a scuffle between two of the waiting customers over
an unpaid unwritten loan, and eventually, after others had got embroiled, two or three lay injured.
Someone,
bystander, onlooker, passer-by had called an ambulance.
Several on-lookers came up to them, as they went to
see to the injured customer, or patient-to-be; and the crowd, realising The Bank was not likely to open, had
dispersed to await the further news; and to hopefully see if The Bank might open that afternoon.
She was on second call but was not needed.
The injuries were only slight, but the scene was ominous, an omen it seemed for the day. If real disaster did
strike she often thought only enough bandages and food for a few days; and only if that is rationed from the
start. Only enough food at Home, the same.
The closer to The Weekly Big Shop time, the less there was at Home…
Go to the Local Shops when nothing-left-in-the Apartment-Home really, nothing left, at home.
Not stocked up recently and can hardly afford to go more than for a few days at a time, sometimes only one day without replenishing need, and goods and services to meet those needs.
Everyone was talking about the crash of the stock-markets and the announcement expected at midday:
‘We’ll have to go to the SuperMarket tonight!’ she had called after him as he had left; she collecting the children later, after her first shift was done, on second shift later, split-shifts it would have to be. He going to Work, or the Rally, now? Collecting the Children?
Suddenly everything seemed more uncertain.
And She really did start to wonder what this day would bring.

He met a Work-Mate going towards The Bakery or The Works or The Factory as it was known:
The Bakery. From the Nursery School: passed The Old Church at the top of The High Road now The Local
Council Buildings. A Friend and a Neighbour from the same Housing Block walking in the opposite direction,
now shared the journey Home past-by and from:
The Bakery Factory Works:
‘No good going in …’
the other said:
‘They’ve shut The Factory, again. Remember last time? Few more out of work, three-day week again?’
‘The last time, and the time before that! ‘It’s happened before!’ was the blunt reply without irony, the Other replied coldly:
‘Closed down for good this time we reckon. Importing-bread!’
‘Do you believe that?’
‘Shopkeeper said. Prices-Up! Again…they say…’
‘Do they? Not Prices down then?’
‘Never. There’s a meeting midday…’ the Other continued:
‘Factory-Fates! We’ll find out then!’ and laughing:
‘See you there!’
SHOUTed as they passed each other to their separate homes, laughing, at what, they could not be sure:
The Children: waving and laughing too, at what, they knew not what; awaiting afternoon midday-afternoon, when they may meet up again:
‘Open for the Day!’ notice pinned on the schoolgate re-passed, and now brought back to mind:
Thank Goodness! had been the immediate response.
Although there were mutterings and mumblings about whether The Teachers and Nursery-Nurses would
actually see their pay and pensions this month; or, whether any pay, of how much&for how long?
The Parents would be able to keep on paying for the basic education never mind the extra trips and activities
and equipment for this and that… at least:
The School was open and The Children did not need collecting until She finished her first-shift, and He
finished his at The Bakery early evening, maybe, and she start her second-shift…while He took on The
Children again…then: or would the rally would put pay to all their carefully laid plans for the day:
‘Don’t forget after-school!’ the Older-One had called after him.
‘Mum!’ he called.
‘…half-day today!’ the School Teacher had joked and laughing together.

After sending the text about going to the rally, home, first as the children walked, not ran toward the
nursery doors, the school-doors, and He out through the school gate, as he went towards The Factory Gates
any way and then after meeting:
The Friendly Neighbour, they walked back towards their homes and assed by other shops, nodded and
said:
‘Hello’ to The Shopkeepers and Their Customers standing around inside and outside, on the Street as they passed:
‘What’s going to happen then?’ one called over:
‘Nothing!’ he called back.
Then to The Friendly Neighbour:
‘Again.’

When he got indoors with the key, shouted:
‘Hello!’ only just out of habit, and switched on the T.V. again, and started to clear the breakfast things away.
She had already set off for work with a sandwich and the last of the bread, re-called calling afterwards, after him, and then he thinking: did I say I’d bring some bread home?
And She’d said:
‘I don’t care if its stolen!’ laughing:
‘I’ll bring some from the shop…if they’ve got any!?
She said ‘Lucky, I got some in yesterday.’
He thought and as if spoken out-loud; or sheer skill remembering what she’d told me before I went to work yesterday, and I didn’t forget…
But this time…today… and as He settled-down, with a last of the bread toasted-dry sandwich in front of the television to watch events unfold, he wondered: or did I just imagine that?
From some other time, yesterday? or at all, anyway…?! Anyway, what does it matter.
We need bread, then, mindful of the Midday Meeting at Work: and Shopping later at the SuperHyperMarket wondering: what would happen if there was no bread? No work? No money to pay for the bread, the shopping?
The mortgage? worry reserving not for what would occur anyway, which as yet, he did not know for sure, for certain, what would happen today.
Only what might occur, could occur, which was all he could really think about.
Home, and a sandwich with whatever is left in the bottom of the bread-bin.
Some half-empty or half-full jar or a tub of something and back to work or not.
Before the rally and the international meeting at midday, reading quickly scanning the front page of the newspapers:
Stock-markets in Chaos!
Turbulence. G-Group Meet at 12.00
High-Noon!
CC Club in difficulties…
Insider Report2
Today, there is so much owed by so many, that cannot even start to be paid-out, or will ever be paid-back. This morning the stock-markets are closed. Once more World Trade has ground a halt. All financial currency and credit/loans trading, the trading of stocks and shares, that in recent times has left prices at all high time levels, overnight, have collapsed. We are in the greatest fiscal and financial crisis ever; and yet again…

Sitting at home no hurry he realised, then, again, if or if not before, this time: that he didn’t have any cash. Only a couple of plastic notes, the cash-card machines would be empty. If the Banks were closed. There had been panic withdrawing as well as buying yesterday, there would be risk going around and topping-up the money-machines up with new notes, now, wouldn’t there?
Money Pay-Riots?

The armoured weaponized: Security-Vehicle bullet-proof cars, dark and light brown, black and silver striped, dusty rumbling over the go slow cobbled pedestrianised High Street. As if seen: shops either side, walking down The City-Centre. The as if (i)magined crowds emerged into the square and had emptied the Automatic BANK Teller Machine, well before, so simply locked-up boarded windows and doors, and money machines and empty shops. Social-Media connecting…
SmartPhone(s) across borders…
Civil un-rest internally toppling Nation-State(s) Trade-War rival(s)’: computer-trees:
Market-Knowledge missing transparency lies internet: Techno-Chaos.
Controlled Kaos into a future of permanent chaos, for not slowing down but getting faster and faster speeds…
Fake-New(s) Popular targeting Military as well as Economic might: Might may switch to Cyber-Crime and
Currenc(y)ies Corporation(s) the size of any Nation-State without borders frontiers of knowledge and hyper-
knowledge of each individual
Behavior-Data: as Universal as individually created
(E)motionalityies personality as
Unique Selling Point. Poisoned umbrella and arrow tipped hunting weapon(s).
Now Cyber-Warrior(s):
‘Move fast and break thing(s)…’ what does that mean?
‘City. Monetarise the-Data Dream-drive: (E)radicating deadly-mosquito: Eliminating deadly-species…’
‘Otherwise Racial Gender Identity (R/GId.): Owning In-Corporat(ed.)…’
Creative Common(s): Commonalit(y)ies: Criminalities No-Rule(s) except those made-up each time as
we move-on to:
-Networked Tech.:
‘Not fairing well: not faring enough Government-Corp(s)(e): or: Nation(s)’ State-owner: worker(s):’
‘Own-People through their Taxes!’
‘Freely dis-owned by dis-information:’
‘Safe-target(s)…’
‘Control…’
‘One-Demagogue President-Leader(s)’ Sovereign Game(s) of Throne(s):’
‘To-now. Victim(s) 0f Social-Change not perp.(s): Agent(s) with People(s) signing-up:
Authoritarian-Bureaucrac(y)ies with evidence-based policy-making…
‘En-forcement?’
‘Democractic-Populism Free and Fair:’
‘Geographic-Number(s):’ adding-up minority threatened:
‘Family Minority-Dictatorship:’
‘Those of National-Bank Elite(s): Peoples’ Taxes: Pay-Business and Governance: Pay-Off: Free(m)ium-Benefit(s) Holidays paid-for expenses allowed.’
etcetera….
Paid-for: up-grading: costume: Weapons and Loot-Box:
‘People(s) re-verting to violent rioting…’
‘Working-Strike!’
‘Peaceful Re-fusal.’
‘Violent Re-Venge of the God(s)!’
‘Grand: Auto-Theft Rape Pimp and Prostitute(sshh…)’
‘Punishment. Not! Only in Military-War does the enemy Rape and Pillage!’
‘Battle-Back Nuclear-Batteryies…’
‘What-For?’
‘$?’
‘No.’
‘Y?’
‘DroneWarFair5? By-Order! Trade-War(s): Of:-Leader(s)…’
On the field: back at the Centre:
‘In the Market(s)…’
‘Who have the Power to say No!’
‘No-Longer!!’
‘Although: Massed-mobilization:’
‘Mass-Service: With-Family Honour:’
‘To do-nothing is to Honour
nothing.
‘Emergency-Power(s)…’ of energy demanding protection-propaganda machine known lies affecting
morale movement heightened or shattered restricting knowledge through religion(s): re-viling or re-
generating…renewables…
‘Every-moment:…’
Elite-Tech.-Corp.(s). Government of People(s) of themsel(f)ves:…
Popular as compromising enemies through
Media-Shopping and the Ballot-Box:Science: #
Fixing…
‘Not-certain…’
‘To: Day.’
‘As any day…’
‘Midday. WarFair4.com EvO-lution: Silicon-Valley and Mine(s) now Majorally Ads’ Revenue: (I)ncentivized and: Con.!’
‘RE!’
‘Kant!’
‘It is not lost be-cause is only on-screen information but because it is@Uranium Silicate
Gold-and-Silver…’
‘That ‘We’ possess own earn?’
‘You?’
‘Numbers on a screen…to letters and pictures, evidence telling you what they mean?’
‘Or, what you think they may mean? False-promise(s).’
‘Fake?’
‘Orange?’
‘Golden. We staked all our money on gold, and gold it must be exchanged for…’
‘Price-onthescreen.’
Gaming-monetarizing money arising:
‘Trade.’
‘In-fluenc(e)…
‘Money High-rolling dice…’
‘Whaling…’
‘Blubbering…’
‘Over-sight re-view…’
‘Non Re-View:’ oversight:
‘Tightly gripping expert(s):’
‘Ex-pert and non-expert leader(s) minister(s) and excerciser(s):’
‘Of Knowledge >’
@Analytic(s): list(s):…
‘Chaos.’
‘Winning!!!’

Under orders no doubt. Authorising-Regime Trooping-Arm(y)ies: bureaucratically-stabbed (s)tabbed-at: TheEnvy: The: TechnoPower of Money movements.
Police-escort: definitely and: The-Supermarket: would not be open, anyway; since most people paid by:
Eazy-Cash: Credit/debit plastic-card: Gold Silver and Platinum: Loyalty-Card:
Only: the Staff-Discount: paid in the stocks of the stores: as well as the Goods in the Shop:
River-Island and Oceanic: WareHouses
WarHorses: know the new(s) infiltrate agents and exiles’ sabotage.
There was shortage already on the shelves, after one day, yesterday.
The Bank Cash-Machines were all virtually 24 hours anyway everyday of the working and non-working week. Months and Years would go by like this. Then. It would all be gone.
Robbed. Or hoarded. Possibly with violence. Maybe they’ll be closed, waiting with all their
Stock for the Prices, .
He exclaimed, to himself in image of threatened looting hundreds and thousands of Shoppers ‘stripping the shelves of everything paying, or not’.
Closed. The-Supermarket: could be open for the next day; if everything was sorted-out by then he wondered If?
And how much would everything cost, once it was all sorted out?
With what pay? None? Unemployed? Homeless? What about the food and everything?
Corporations and Governments. Duty bound, to their Stock Holders, their Voters, to put the prices-up, to their customers, to keep prices down. Their Customers…
Where? Trade-Wars? Price Wars? Rich-Wars? Shopping Wars?
Plastic-Money Climate-Wars?
Theft&Debt Wars: Credit-War(s)…

They at Home: would have enough to stock up once and then be broke, again; and, if we don’t get paid into the Bank and to them, then what?! and suddenly he thought less calmly. He had to get some money from the bank and for the mortgage had to be paid would the mortgage be paid if The Mortgage-Bank was closed?
There was food in tins and packets in the kitchen and freezer and water in the tap.
He had a little money, cash.
She always had some…us(u)ally…so they should be alright for a few days.
Perhaps?
The Banks had been shut before:
‘Bank Holidays!’
‘That’s all?’
‘#It will get sorted out…’ he exclaimed to himself, and the Home.
Goto: The Supermarket tomorrow, when The Banks would all no doubt be open again:
‘Online! After all, they are not going to want to lose business’ he said out loud and to himself, and read:
‘No deliveries orders except to the vulnerable from the Local Food-Bank.’
Bank-Business! He thought i get paid so that
they get paid and so they pay people like me to pay the prices to pay them back and so it goes around and no-
one else except the TV screen, on.
On the T.V. more reports from The Stock-Markets, around the world. Those that had closed or opened
and then closed and not opened for breakfast lunch or tea, suppertime.
Dinner/Supper, Super! The City, the Financial Quarters only, but not justly, waiting instruction from Big Business Corporation(s) subscribed too and can’t, get-out, easily and Government and The-Market(s).
Every millisecond of every day, everything moving, again.
Experts, to give their expert opinion. Minor officials from banks and governments’ made statements, to the effect that The Banks were closed today as if anyone did not know that by now. The Administration.
Unless they were brain- dead; or living in the middle of the jungle, or the desert, or up a mountain with no electricity no radio-signal
smoke-signals:
‘Bank-charges to be dropped to minimal and Taxes dropped too for the richest to stimulate the economies.’
‘All?’
‘Worldwide. Government Officials are meeting to discuss the crisis.’
‘Criteria? For what?’
From the TV. The statement at midday would:
‘Calm fears of looting…’ etc. never mind looting that had already happened, and was about to kick off again, somewhere, maybe even here.
News continued to come in from around the world and was broadcast simultaneously raw and unedited reports on audio and video from Cities and Country-side.
Cataloguing the un-folding events.
The sound and pictures of people meeting being interviewed.
Ready to comment on the announcements and their responses: at the International Conference the most well-known and many totally unknown faces exchange formalities…
Beckoning each other forward, back or sideward, in gestures of Power-Broking, and Politicking.
They and as the audience, were made to laugh, like them coyly in public; at comments made amongst each other shook hands and slapped backs.
Press-conference and delegate meeting(s) bull-dozed-in stat(ed.):
‘The Governments and Banks however, so far cannot agree. Either between themselves, or each other.
What if they don’t agree?’
Media-Hype pro’s&cons.
Lines were drawn and withdrawn re-drawn and drawn, anew; still, there were too many vested interest(s): mov(e)ing the money around: on screen:
‘That)(s): Global Basic Dividend/Ratio: Final?’
Sign the document: Online:
‘Was…not.’
‘What? Divide-again and-Rule?’
‘Global Basic Salary-Insurance…’
‘Pension-Assurance?’
‘Government: Pay-Bonds and Tax-Tarif(s) Session…’
‘Getting re-solved…’
‘Midday?’
From the Studio: above and behind: The City:
tarMacAdam: Concrete-Road Bridge and Railway-Junction.
Various crossroads: Y and T and X intersection forked, knifed and spooned: to The City seamless linked centre taped-off in yellow and black, blue and white, red and black, as a crime-scene, unknown-b4.

  1. The Banker and The Clerk.
    People coming into The City and towns, and even village-centre(s); gathered, or emptied, travelling-out, and in. On MotorBike and Car. Coach and Container-Lorr(y)ies: like a crime scene, they were made out to be: -Nationalist-Exit Security: Re-Main:
    Presidential-Monarchial Famil(y)ie(s):
    Union: The Demonstrators and the Security Forces.
    Outside, and inside CCTV cameras reached the Boardrooms and Bedrooms’ Bathrooms leaking e-mails: toxic enough, high-level:
    Puts and Calls being put-in
    Drop-placed kickback dropped/rose:
    -On Present-Index: texting sexting…misogynoir un-moving…
  • Account: Credit: Default(s) Commission (ACDC) (i)nterest-rate(s): N/n: and Credit Re-bate A-bate(s): altering: re-payment: Analysis-Scenario-1:
    News Broadcast: cultural-values moral myth&dream:
    ‘We all seem(ed.) to be holding our-own Our Collective breath(s) and await further announcement.
    People arrived to work to join the meetings and demonstrations that were already gathering in great numbers at workplaces, town square piazza and villages streets, roads in and out of:
    City Centre(s): Entre-Preneurship(s): converting-value willingness&capacityies
    ‘As The Whole World Protests in City and Town-Square…what do you make of it?’
    ‘On-line and in front
    of your TV Station: now?’
    The President’s Face appeared.
    It was difficult to tell if at the beginning or end or an almost endless
    sounding speech, perhaps on loop: The President looked drawn, but was accordingly:
    ‘Adamant no-changes would be-made’.
    After the previous-offer re-fused: of limited change had been ignored and the speech went on and on round and round. Reports and interviews, speeches, and the chants of gathering crowds.
    The claims of Government-Officials, Politicians and Market Ex-perts at Home and Abroad.
    Supplanted by de-clarations from people on:
    The-Ground. From Workplace Meetings and City Centre
    Assemblies and from World-Wide Web-bed:
    InterNet and TeleVision NetWorks:
    (i)n some places there was the sound of Police and Ambulance and Fire sirens and the rumble of tanks and of truncheons beating on protective shields.
    On the TV screen.
    On the rapidly re-booted: snarling-Smart:
    Cell-Phone: add-on screen: the picture froze
    the phone-book emptied: Error message 303: Invalid connection…connection closed…

As overcrossing an Estuary bridge unnoticed perhaps by anyone-else in the carriage.
Uncared if-noticed or-not by anyone else at-all.
Except now each by the in-Thrall.
Both likewise momentarily inadvertently, and actually advertorial making eye-contact: flash-framed each-other and through the shared-window as in bright-rainbow and blue sky-coloured mirror imaged as through each of-themselves. Each Other enraptured recklessly, perhaps, or to be wrecked.
As if replicated, refreshing…relishing as then focused-away both to the outside-world as in-differently, similarly, un-differently, perhaps; yet in-evitably always differently…

From the Estuary-Town Bridge stopped for shunting.
Freight-Train many miles long.
The one back towards, other-one now staring and starting beyond both towards the as yet unseen, unseemly rapidly oncoming-City.
Anyway-horizontally and vertically to the same outside-world moved-past; moving-past and through oppositely and into thus as inevitably differently viewed as to what was initially referred to, that too, was soon made obvious:
‘So, what do We make of it?’
‘’WE’? Un-charted territory…’
‘(I(N)(n)ovation that is what is needed.’
‘That is what IT is!’
‘Staples? Food&Home. Health&Happiness. Conrinue-Car(e) ing…’
‘Doesn’t much matter what It is. As long as It sells. Food-feeding. New functions…’
‘New markets…’
‘That are the previously drowned-out?’
‘Fell! Through-the-roof!’
‘Hung from the-Bridge?’
‘Mental! Metal. And Oil and Gas and Minerals…’
‘Plastics.’
‘If You can get away with It!’
‘Again! The same!’
‘Mistake. Oligarch(y). Again.’ crafted legend on-screen: names and places times and as
instantaneously:
‘Differentially. Relative Centres of the Universe! Meteoric!’ collisioning, colliding folding downwards, and inward full-fell yellow-brown red-and-blue racial species gender-bias 49-51
Green gender wash mud-sliding and earth-quaking shaking bursting volcanic red- flaming…livid:
‘Holy-Stoning!’
Livid:
‘Once-lived!’
‘Lived-again!’
‘Solutioning!’
‘Experimental!’
‘Life! Always! Innovation. That’s what make it exciting.’
‘Even Financially rewarding…’
‘Or not?’
‘Each season brings…’
‘New things. Experimental as in ‘Scientific’?’
‘An Act of Trust.’
‘Trusted-Trade.’
‘In Method?’
Functional-formatic:
‘Political-Bureaucratic?’
‘Financial-Fixed?’
‘Balanced?’
‘Protection.’
‘So, who wins?’
‘We do. Win-Win!’
‘Free-Trade? The Richest World-Business Politician leaders’…Newspapers…’
‘Old-Hat! haha.’
‘Old-Fart! Not at all of us, haha.’
‘Loser Loses…’
‘Everyday. Everyday returns!’
‘No-Limit(s):’
‘No-Borders?’
‘No, not all of us…’
‘All the time otherwise…’’
‘Fair-shares. Somewhere-else: Not. Worse.’
‘Greedy, then? Usury!!’
‘Zero-Rate(s): Social-Interest…’
‘Secure?’
‘In-Security!’
‘So, who is not…’
‘Exactly, who is-normal?’
‘Not. What is-normal, eh?’
‘Normal Se-Curit(y): Lifestyle? You?’
‘Company: Plant? Eh? Journ(0)list? Keeping the Company-Line?’
‘I was here first, you sat down.’
‘But how would I know? Government-Officer? That’s ‘It’ isn’t it? Doing the-Governments’ dirty
work? Tax-Collector?’
‘Inspector? No? Digging Holes. Going-up poles!’
‘You?’
‘To fall-in?’
‘And I filling ‘em in again…’
‘’Rev(er)end’ Revenue-Regulation? Across the Borders…’
‘Social-Media. With: The-Peoples Work!’
‘In the Tax-Office? Government-corridors? Room(s). Got the ear?’
‘Pigs’ ear!’
‘Sows’ sows ears!’
‘The Tax-Purse!’
‘The purse-strings you mean?’
‘In a barrel of our-own making…’ each e-stock and commodity Government-
Bonded. Share-Price passed each sell-by date out-dated: as lower and lower price-marker losses moved across
The-Bridge: electronic-boards against rows of banked fan-tail desktop screen(s)-closing: listing: achronycal and
apocryphal-foreign and un-pronounceable; or home-grown and familiar, and closed.

  1. Home
    The-Clerk asking now:
    ‘So. How did ‘We’ get into this mess?’
    ‘What mess?’
    ‘This cycle of indebtedness again?’
    ‘This dis-array!’ into the screen:
    ‘Fast-Action…Slow- motion…saw It-coming? Pile-up. Hit the buffers. Off-the-rails…’
    ‘Train-wreck?’
    ‘This little-Turbulence…’ the-Banker perhaps unexpectedly uncompromising in response, to the-Clerks’ questioning, reckoning:
    ‘Wrecking-Ball!!’ banging both closed fists together.
    Recovering, The-Banker:
    ‘There is a market-situation known as Demand and Supply.’
    ’Where if a company doesn’t have enough shares in stock to cost and sell; distribut(e)ing…’
    ‘Then this increases the price for these as a result: This is known as a Bull-Market…’
    ‘And this is what we have?’
    ‘Or perhaps had…’
    ‘Bear Market? Or perhaps a Dragon-Market now?’
    ‘Eagle?’
    ‘Anyway…’
    ‘A Tiger-market?’
    ‘A growling Jaguar squawking screeching-Macaw-Monkey Market if you like! A Liger!’
    ‘A Tion!’
    ‘A Lie-grrrr!’
    ‘Acceptance, only Natural.’
    ‘Bonfire? Of the Vanities!’
    ‘‘It’ doesn’t matter what you call ‘It’’
    ‘The Bigger Picture (TBP)…’
    ‘Smaller.’
    ‘Cake.’
    Thinking outside in the-box…
    ‘The-Cage.’
    From apparently outside the carriage momentarily looked blankly, thought and spoke, the-Banker thought through the glass:
    ‘The reverse-situation…’
    ‘Re-Verse like-Racism?’
    ‘Financial voter-fear everywhere.’
    ‘Affirmative-action.’
    ‘Supremacy.’
    Looking away, and then back:
    ‘Privileged-Demand.’
    ‘Demand then Supply? Give and Take? Take, then not-give back?’
    Con-clusively not-getting the reverse-irony from the pen-ultimately: simultaneously auto: closing…
    Un-concerned: Trade(s): anti-Trust: someone you know: Head of the Family at HQ.
    Trust-Buster(s): a long way behind the-curve:
    Consumer Customer-Welfare:
    Over: The-Bridge: un-named…continuing out the other end of a concrete cement volcanic: mountain-tunnel: subway sub-station airshaft: con-(d)(i)(t)ioning:
    ‘Bear-Market: this is when there is an increase in sellers…’
    ‘I know that…’
    ‘…and a fall in buyers: Stocks? Stopped. Goods? Services and: The money…mostly…’
    ‘Cash?’
    ‘Whose?’
    ‘Toxic?’
    ‘Yours?’
    ‘Mine?’
    Bluntly:
    ‘For: Shares: (i)nvestment(s):’
    ‘Every-Bodies’…’ savings pensions and insurance: investment: salaries and wage-rate(s): monthly… weekly and short-day: rates:…
    ‘This is now how what we now have.’
    ‘Risk?’
    ‘Shared? The International-Banks and Economic-Zones:
    Government and Corporation(s): IT is a Global Market.’
    ‘Shared?’
    ‘Now the bottom has fallen out of it? No. Share the Pain?’
    ‘No.’

From the-Banker, a printed-card handed over with writing seen:

The Rational Equitable: Economic. Effective. Efficient.
(The-City Skyline Logo)
Nothing else: coated black-leather diamonte cream-clothed City-spectrum grey-suited:
‘Valuable Rational-Equitable?’
‘Equitable-Value?’
‘Rational@not-Equitable?
‘You think this is Easy, too?’ as if practiced before.
The-Clerk taking and reading the-card noted:
‘Valuable Market(s):’
‘Rational-Logistics. Import/Export: Boom!’
‘Bang-Again!’
‘Bang!!’
‘And Bust!’
‘Again!’
‘Stopped. Prices…Failure. Tax-Sub-sid(y)(s) or Sanc-Tion(s):
‘Scarcity.’
‘Starvation.’
‘SubPrime: Mort-Gages: Negative-equity: stay for five-year(s): Homeless.’
‘Space-Rocket Debt(s)!’
‘Then?’
‘No-Debt(s) as such, you see?’
‘You?’
‘Owing?’
‘No?’
‘Debts?’
‘Tax-Evasion?’
‘Avoidance.’
‘Of course, they would not be Taxes otherwise.’
‘Earning. Pay As You Earn (PAYE)? Or not?’
‘Then paid in advance 1-3 month deal(s):’
‘Short-growing season…’
‘1-3 years…’
‘Longer…’
‘Base Metals and Pharma-Food Mineral(s): Priced. Valued: 3-5year(s): Harvest-Moon: Money…’
‘Worthless? Taxation the same.’
‘De-Valueing: currency against other: Rich/poor list(s):
‘Subsid(y)ie(s):’
‘Worth less to they who give.’
‘Re-Valuing: Bought-Up See?’ > <Cheaply0(IES)’ falling-in…gradually:…’
‘De-bit: Cre-dit: driven…’
‘Given re-mit: hit, hard, tortured, for failing…
‘On-(I)nterest made:’
‘Reasonable.’
‘Re-Paid. Credit-Debit: Paid again, see?’
‘And The Cash-Funds?’
‘Of-course, to draw-back on…’

Free-running now on all-cylinders. The-Banker let loose, re-covering, on the tracks, next-steps: next-track line:
‘The Stock-Market Prices although always at some point in the past minimal seconded in seconds. Pica-
Quantum seconds!’
‘Like the-last night?’
‘Confidence remains-high…’
‘Others’ collapsed completely.’
‘As the others…’
‘Short! Risen by more…’
‘Buy them up?’
‘You got IT!’
‘No, you got it…’
‘Money?’
‘Nothing…’ as the previous evening passed into-night and into this day for The-Banker:
‘From:First-impact! Trading instantly as a Body:’ collapsed.
‘In the moment between open and closed.’
‘Fortunes re-tained…’
‘And fortunes lost.
‘Not this one!’ in that brief second-take before the closure the final roll of coins landing face-or tailup…across the-Globe without the liquid monetary-assets to pay or re-pay; or, to cash-in:
‘New: Target:’
‘Space?’
‘You Try It?’
‘Go Up in a Rocket?’
‘Yes. In case it blows up, you paid for it!’
‘For the Asset(s) to be burned-off?’
‘Asset? Whole-Corporation(s):
‘Brought-down!’
‘Presidents. Governments?’
‘Even!’
‘Greedier! Gluttonous…’
‘Rapacious.’
‘To be sold-on…’
‘Bad-pimped…’
‘With non-existent Judicial-Credit.’
‘Just: on-paper:
‘Only. Un-Just(l)(*y)?’
On-screen:
‘People-Paradox: tautolog(y)ies: competition: author(y)ities:’
‘Technical-offences small-minded simply:’
‘Corporate-Merchant. Investment-Bank Rational-Equitable(s)?’
‘Reasonable? Efficient? Economic. Financed?’
‘Effective?’
‘Finished.’

On-screen:
‘The Credit is the Country! Where We Are!! All-Assets! Instant-Winnings! Win-Win!’
‘All Put’s made must Stay-on! Stalled!’
‘In-Stalled Precisely! Business as Usual! Trillionaires-Only!’
‘Quadrillion or Nothing!’ is moving…

‘Since the inevitable: Pay-up-and Get-out!’ the-Clerk now sub-claused:
The-Banker:
‘Currency currently and con-currently worthless in name but shares worth the value of the product:’
‘What Product? Services. Not-making Primaries: but Secondary: Initial Re-Sources:
‘Food and Water.’
‘Imported Shelter.’
‘Work Welter-Services?’
‘Good?’
‘Fire and Ambulance. Army/Police: Hospital and Social-Worker(s):’
‘Welfare?’
‘Food-Bank. Re-volving Door(s). Restaurant-Hotel: adapting to those who need a roof and those
who need food primarily, then, everything else follows…’
‘Money?’
‘Security?’
‘Happiness HotSpot(s)?’
‘Health?’
‘Stock?’
‘Money?’
‘None.’
‘Relative to others. Not of-themselves toxic…’
‘But toxic of whatever noxious-currency they are being bought and sold-for!’
‘Exactly.’
‘Or-not, as the case may be.’
‘Nuclear!’
‘Exactly!’
‘Negotiable, shall we say?’
‘And the-goods?’
‘The-property of whoever has bought or been sold-out. As: moneyed-share(s) in the first place.’
Except now…
‘Money. Locked-up. Worth nothing. Hardly…except the actual goods? Good? Got to get them
moving…’
‘And the only way to do that?’
‘I only ask once.’

Looking-out of the window. Across oil-field pipeline gravel graveyard pitted mined hillsides.
Concrete cement-based conveyer-belt-brick-buildings, smoke-stacked flues…venting:
‘With wider and wider differential-ratings…’
Deliberately looking again, forward through the window, directing the gaze:
‘Stalled-also.’
‘Between one day and the-next…’
‘Between one-place…
‘…and an-other.’

Looking, out-the-window:
‘Until this Day.’
‘When the-Bear laid-down?’
‘Or clawed Its way back…’
‘The Markets?’
‘Goosing!’
‘Taken to the air…or whatever….’
‘Crash landed.’ without any other animal-analogy thought-of statuesque yet misrepresented the otherwise rapidly turning-numbers turned-off frozen and unrevealing shot-down drowned-out surfaced: exploded in slow-motion…in-pieces:
‘Shot-down!’ market-marker board, and screen-seen pictured, mobile-camera photographed: on the train travelling from where The Worlds’ Stock-Markets’ early-day trading had or would have already begun. With the hammering of ancient cast-metal, a brazen-gong, heard.
A knotted-tied rope-pulled, a whistle or an air-horn, or an electronic buzzer air-vibration-released… Warning-signal…
‘Red light…’ black as the night, yellow-red, to blue-green, as to the light of day.
As when the field or factory-hooter: blasted pale pastel-yellow rising over the horizon.
As at the-beginning, and then again, the closing-of-Business-Trading.
The-previous-day, where-ever it was; trading-constantly throughout the world, around the globe, and then as with each evening. following-on morning, to the final-days’ trade, and the next un-started:
‘Final-Trade?’
‘What?’
‘Was it correct? Or not?’

The-Clerk checking-accounts’ screen: clicking:
Credit? Advanced?
Lost! The Entire History of The World: Sherman-Tank and blasted into mud and rock.
<Granite and Sand: Salt.

Iron, Steel and Home. Still got a Home?’
‘Public: Limited-Liability.’
‘Computer-Company: or Glass: building-sand@:
The-Banker:
‘Aces-in-their-Places!’
‘Done-deal? Commission?’
‘Profit-margins n/N…’ rapidly typing numbers and entering the fray…
‘Building-Risk: n/N
‘Bonus! Stays! Stay-Put. Until they are Put. Again?’
‘All that is in the-Future…’
‘Exactly.’
‘Now.’
‘So, it doesn’t matter, now?’
‘Ker-ching!’
‘Blinging!’ behind the scenes.
Future stabilizing then immediately:
‘Back onto the Dealing-room floor leveraging core-competencies…’
‘Play for-today?’
‘Pay for today!’
‘Daily Me.’’
Social-Media…
‘Back-to-Bankruptcy.’
‘Ticket-takeover: Boom! waved through…’
‘Con-Tort and Ex-hort…’
Legal-Frame (e) L-F (ING):
‘Border(s) uncertain: commission: fees and fortune: all: shopping-list(s): mis-leading data not-open leading data rushing…
‘No-Going Back (NGB). Federal Trade Commission (FDC): Department(s): of Justice (DoJ(s))’
The-Train: re-freshment(s)-trolley. Bought and Sold. Hot and cold, coffee and tea, and snacks delivered paid-for placed onto: The Table: between:
‘Well. Here’s the Deal…’un-questioning intention anymore:
‘Further-loans at fixed-assured rates…’
‘Assured?’
‘To re-finance the debt?’
‘What debt?’
‘Re-Venue(s): payment(s) made in data: puta(t)ive-takeover(s): Land Bank and Industry: flex(i)ble: FTC and DOJ. Your debt: covering possible-losses…’
‘Surely?’
‘Loss-over-Profit:last-year:…’
‘Compensation-cover…’
‘Guaranteed?’
‘You Bet?!’
‘Do you?’
‘Never. Insurance. Never use that word!’
‘What never?’
‘Libel.’
‘Insurance…guaranteed-compensation.’
‘Lives.’
Pen(£)ionPersonal-Private Investements’ (i)nterest-rate(s):…felled payments increased with surety of: Inter-Bank (IB) Inter-Governmental (IG):
‘Loan?’
‘Self? not-Shareholder paying fraud: Rate-fixing…Price-Fixing?’
‘Cartel? The International Conference! World-Bank(s). Of course! Currency! Electric! Fixed-
Price(s) Interest and Ex-change Rates (FPIERs)…’
‘Will take care of that. A declaration expected today…’
‘Mid-day.’
‘Or thereabouts…’
Re-called. Stepped-back, looked. Stepped-up…and in again:
‘No-longer Banking…anywhere.’
‘Anyway…’
‘Yes. I know that.’
‘The Conference: To stabilize: Major Global-Currenc(y)ies: against each-other…’
‘Exchange-Rates.’
‘I know that too!’
‘At some lower fiscal rate agreed. Or not? Yet? Higher?’
‘And lower…’
‘You got it!’
‘No, You got It.’
At the same time:
‘If You got it they got you.’
‘What-if: The Inter-National Conference.’
‘Cannot agree?’

The-Banker looking-up sharply and out of the window as if there were nothing there. Where farms and factory-buildings, homes and retail-parks flashed-by.
Held. The-Clerk, as if sub-claused again, now. Left out-in-the-cold. The- Sun: warming hillside outside, shouldered out of the window reflection…moving-on. Attempting, open-jawed to fill the void…but no words came out.
Dry-mouthed, and with an intangible uncertainty unfamiliar-anxiety both yet not so obviously one to the other, and again, anyway retorting to:
The-Bankers’ incomplete statement, and asking again:
‘For: Shares: (i)nvestment(s): Political-Priorit(y)ies: Propert(y)ies. Building(s): Tech.: Money and
Mond Benefit: Online:’
‘Global-girdling gurgling belts of perennial drought and flood water and food
shortages…
‘And if they cannot agree?’ deliberately paused.
‘They cannot dis-agree. Interest-rates Only!’ not even thought about:
‘Base-Rate Justly-Rises!’
‘20%!’
‘That they must Do!’
‘They will!’
‘Their will, of course, they must!’
‘Justly?’
‘Enormous-Clout! We will prevail!’ photo-shopped elastic-banded sprung-back missiles
blasted into hordes of hired-mourners massed-crowds, gazing at a passing poster advert, both:
‘Democratic-Proportionate ratios: N/nnn…’
‘Stock-Market shares…Super-Market Sweep! Hyper-Mar4kets:’
‘Global…’
‘Troop(s)er(s): at points and places…’
‘Numbers gone.’
‘Bull: Bear-Eagle…’
‘Dragon.’
‘Makes the-odds?’
‘Does the Deals. In money…some may-not return…’ everyday shopping?
Going to the cinema, theatre…un-knowable until the first and last words are uttered…
‘Bear-Cage Sport.’
‘No-one knows how this will turn out.’
‘Exactlyies.’
‘That is one-way where sport differs from…’
‘Theatre?
Theatre…
‘Bull-fight. Mexico-Eagle.’
‘Komodo-Dragon?’ di-urnal solitary carnivorous hunters of pig and
deer, hunted water-Buffalo, and fishes out of the house-waters to eat…
‘In the soup…’
‘Name names…’
‘Korey Wise. Yusef Salaam. Linda Fairstein. Park Madison Square Gardens.’
‘Bruce.’
‘Ava du Vernay.’
‘Nipsey hussled.’
‘Trust Project. Fam(i)l(y) e-fi®m(s)…’
‘Pro-Bono!’
‘Legal. Council…’
‘Good Law Project. Democratic proportional rep.(s) reflect voters and non-voters views proportionately or…’
‘Proportionabl(y)?’
‘Some adapt…some do not.’
‘There is the fight: the fright and flight. Exile…’
The Well Fair-Benefits System into Sovereign-Wealth:
‘Fixed: in their advantage. Corporate-Government: Gamed.’
Bounced back and forth:
‘And then it is over.’
‘Then, there is the mental fight…’
‘Real or imagined?’
‘Over, and over, in-detail?’
‘A lie?’
‘Changing the-story…’
‘Does not Bear-witness?’
‘Ohhh Bullish!’
‘Yak! Dragonic. Only the-Truth! Truth will prevail…’
‘Eagle-Justice: will-prevail…’ no-matter how un-likely driven, as being still, waiting for things to happen:
Re-action. Response. Consequences. Re-(d)action. Unprepared. Prepared. Predictable: Un-predictable:
scenario:
‘Price-War. Shopping-Wars. Deal-Wars?’
‘Trade-War.’
‘Money Pay-Wars everywhere all the time…’
‘Negotiating Tax-War Benefit(s) Only!’
‘Averting-Disaster! (AD!): that is what: The Conference: is All-about: creating the conditions for…’
‘Disaster-Capitalism!’
‘Trade! Free&Fair!’
‘That is All?’
‘Democratic-Socialism ever-lasting…’
‘Anyway…’
‘Everyday…’
‘(I)n both our favours, then?’
‘Sure…OK, so 50-50 then?’
‘Of the profits…and the losses.’
‘OK! Profit from Losses! You got It!’
‘No…you have.’ patent-Profit: stolen available worldwide from shared-academy-styled: research:
No longer rising…’ as unknown before…a-moment…then:
<Payback Time! @The Big-Banks: National and Private: Family-International: Global Co’s CEO: Limited-Liability Partnership(s):
‘The-Government(s)’ ‘The People’ in-Corporated.’ in the background…foreground: pulling the strings…
(Is) suing-suggestions: modeling modest debt-reminders…cash-flow cut-off threats if-necessary:
sanctions….
‘For-Fuel-flow cut-off…’
‘Unnecessary?’
‘Bargain: Trade-Agreement’s:’
‘Trade-ins? For what?’
‘Fishing-Farming-Subsidy…’
‘Pharming!’
‘Phishing.’
‘Plastic!’
‘Money!’
‘GasOil Gold.’
‘Tax…’
‘Call It what you will…’
‘Ex-tracting: Money.’
On screen:
‘Deep-Mind.’
‘Deep-Water: Trouble…’
‘BLACK-rock…’
Nautilus Minerals: gold, zinc and copper, lustrous alloyed silicon metal(s):
‘Making: thing(s)…4D. Metals? Minerals? Insider: Industrial: Digital-Machinery: made: Goods and
Services: made-in: Internal-Market(s): Territorial-Water(s): slurrying slush silted: contractual-difficulties:
MB Holding Omani and MetalLionVest:

Russia. Share(s)? Stock(s)? When?

AllTheTime Corps.:
‘Highest-bidder: Harvest?’
‘Manufacturing Good(s) and Service(s):…’
‘It’ gets more-serious: always The Government Federal and centralised: Root&Branch.’
Stock-broth and Bread! Medical-supplies…’
‘Could say that…Trade-stoppage?’
‘Stopped!’
As Embargo Sanctions really-stopped:
‘Re-started: food-shortages and no-water, how about that?’
‘Medical-supplies?’
‘Bread?’
Siege-Currency: as-Sanction(s):
‘Bite! Market4what? Currency?’
‘Food!’ wet-and-dry:
‘Waste! Data! We Grow Our Own! Stable Healthy-(E)conomyies…’
‘Thanks.’
‘Whose?’
‘Your(s): Social-Stability…’
‘Purely-Financial-agreement’s…’on the sly sky-line glanced,
surreptitiously or openly simply unchallenged:
‘Then IT is down to others. Us? Politicians. People.’
‘Buy-in?’
‘Or Sold-off. Buyers or Sellers’ Market?’
‘Country.’
‘Army? Weapons?’
‘Depends, if you are a Buyer, or a Seller!’
‘Boom! BOOM!!…and Bust.’
‘And BOOM!! Again!’
‘Until it’s time to go Bust! again…’
‘’It’ is all about when you get-in and when your get-out…’ in the background now:
Car engines racing against each-other, then, from the Cock-Pit:
‘Each-Other!’
‘Natural-selection de-selection!’
‘National-Selection Den(i)zen? Elections?’
‘Express. Free-and-Fair?’ for later-Life:
Health: and retirement from
work for Leisure (Time-Warner)@Re-search: development…de-signing titles’ run…
Pictured: capital-accumulation by debt-dispossession asset-release:
‘Voter winnings suppression instilling-fear by assumed-threat.’ tweeting supremacy treating
hopelessness as homelessness with helplessness negative campaigning re-pression quantifying-data:
‘Push the Envelope. Whatever that means…’
‘Blame. Provoke other-riots&not social-care. Target for-eternity…’
‘Family?’
‘Could be. Family-Farm? or Something?’
‘Something…’ as a small-Business flourishing…
Mocking? Seriously…

The-Banker accordingly, affordably, breaking-out of the cyclical-contortion, if for nothing-else in-particular, except attempting-testily an explanation of:
‘The customary re-normalising-writ to be re-presented.’
‘Of what may be implied…’
‘Not: in Real-terms:’
‘un-Realistic?’
‘True?’
‘Then…’
‘You could say that. Monetary-Terms&Conditions Trade(s)-Union(s): and that which will decide the-
Day!’
‘This Day?’
‘Periodic-Existential-Crisis of Capitalism…’
‘Again! Proletarian-Communism. Again! The End of State-Communism. Failures…’
‘Of: Collateral.’
‘Money! People’s Capitalism! National Investment-Banking Services (NIBS)!’
‘Goods and Services! Us! Accounting-for: Raw-
material(s): Metals and minerals from this Earth!’
‘GasOilPlastic (GOP)! Solar Wind&Wave Nuclear Daily!’
‘Moon-Fools!’
‘Gold! now Money itself!’

Pica-second by second…
’’It’ seems…’
‘’It’ is only having that Competitive-edge.’
-Elect/ric.
‘Naturally.’
Naturally:
‘Nationally? I see it in you. You’re a ‘Natural!’
-Sense-of
-OFF
A bit too sarcastically, or was it ironical, or even:
‘To be honest…’
‘Anglo: French Kings’ Country.’
‘Queens’? Elle-Presidiente! National-State!’
‘And otherwise?’
Viking-Irish: Scotti-Skandi:
Western-Russe: Caucus: Iberian Semitic
Euro-Greater British with Celtic and Gaelic Ireland
Scotti again and again…English-Midlands’ Northampton from Southampton to:
London re-main(ed.):
Re-Maining…like- Royalty.
Some. Time(s)

Rigged fak(ed.) NEW(S)BITE:
‘Bight?’
‘New(s) numbers on re-peat…’’
‘Each Generation: does its’ best.’
‘Fake-news. Stock-Market(s):N/nnn…’
‘Good? City?’
‘You mean you haven’t been up ‘til now?’
‘Noooo…Country? To be honest…’
‘Too honest, perhaps?’
‘Who?’
‘All of us.’
‘Or, none. Everything I say is false…News? You think?’
‘True?’
‘Never mind.’
‘Some…’
‘Only if True?’
‘Eh?’
‘False?’
‘Only if True.’
‘If Only The-Truth. Only if Naturalised National-State. Lyin’ and cheatin’…’
‘Human Nature: Animal-Spirits…’ self
Re-cognised…
Citizen. Country-Denizen other-observ(ed.) self-fulfilling in the glow of a naturalistic-fallaciously held-
privately…and publicly-renewed admiration:
‘Respec’. Free-Will. Asteroid belt can’t us together. We prepare for ‘It’. ‘We’ Will.’
‘Our-Will?’
Meeting head-on:
‘Scheduled-in.’
‘On what?’
‘Commodities. This Stock-Market…’
‘De-bacle!’
‘Do you?’
‘Or could you have been?’
‘Prepared for this?’
‘No.’
(I)(n)(tel.) (cel.) the correct place, at the correct time, with the correct amount of risk to:
‘As in: preparations for a failed Harvest?’
‘Market? Software-Crash? That’s if it is? Isn’t it?’
‘Cover-up Conspiracy! You want Me to fix the-software…’
‘Farm-Price. Pharma. Food—Price(s): Med.s: reviewed re-placed changed every eighteen months and
going-down: N/n…Daily! Like the Energy-Hardware. Second-by second…’
‘Faster and faster…’ no-one notices until the final second.
‘What is that game you have there? Warfare?’
‘Game?’
‘WarFair4.’
‘WarFare4?’
‘Only another Trading-Game: Cost-Price(s) War(s):’
‘Battles’ Bullets&Bandage(s): and…’
Sold&Bought: Price(s):
‘Asteroid belt can’t hold them together…
‘Resources:Home>’
‘Money?’
‘Class.’
‘Army-Class:’
‘Workers. Labours’ Humanitarian-Aid: Government(s)’
United-Nation(s): President(s):
Royal-Secular: Nation-States: sat(ed.) salt(ed.)
Poison(ed.)ING
Weapon(s): Man-U-Factoryies:…
‘All going down unless we catch up with I.T!’
‘Homeless steaders!! WARFAIR4.com HOMESTEAD-11!
‘Jobs and Mortgage!’
‘Atheist-Nation!’
‘So What! Anarchist-Agnostic is enough.’
‘And Savings…’ going-down…
‘What savings?! Investment(s). Oh…’
‘And Family-Business?’
‘Livelihood?’
‘Loans?’
‘…and-Home?’
‘And the Credit-Debit Loyalty-Card(s):…’
‘Mort-en-gaged.’
‘Pay-Day Loan(s) (PDL):’
‘Debts that go with…’
‘Be-Prepar(ed.)…’
‘What? So, what are the rest of us supposed to prepare-for? To be starved into submission like subservient Pariah’s’? To be Homeless…and at War with the World?’
‘Nature?’
‘So, Mort-gagged. Credit/Debit Plastic Card&cards…

Own anything else? Shop-cards? Loyalty-Card

Nature is that?
How many? Ex(e)cutive? Or: non-executive? Ex-Executive? What about the Banks? Investment-Houses owned?
‘What about the Banks? Owned?’
‘U mean owed. I?’
‘Not the Shares?’
‘Pensions and In-surance(s): Re-in-surances:…’
‘Mortgage-House? To: the highest-bidder. Get ‘IT’, now? Do U? We not-owe them? They do not own
us? People(s): Pensions and Insurances not in-sured.’
‘Extortion!’
‘Precisely! Circular-Power:…’
‘Power?’
‘Serving on the Board: Managing-Director. Medical-Doctor. President CEO of several different
Family Fun-Run: Business-Boards Fam. Famine?’
‘Executive. Non-executive, you get me?’
‘Executive-Government(s)@…

‘Boss. They do as they please…’
‘They own Us.’
‘They owe Us!’
‘So, down-to: Financial-Trust: again. Financial-Gain…’
Number(s) on a screen:
‘They only want you to owe-them not: to: Own-Them.
‘We’ Do! You-might with shares and insurances and pensions…salaries and wages if-paid at all…’
Furlough some-of:…
‘The-Economy?’
‘People. N/nnn. Yes. Democratic Majority-Now! Free&Fair! Check(ed.)…’
‘Won!’
‘Again!’
‘Then. Dropped out now…’
‘Own Them?’
‘The-Big and little banks…’
‘Corporation(s) Of Us?’
‘Market-Floatation(s)?’
‘Sinking…’
‘Millennium-Tsunami!’
‘Of course! The-Bank’s: don’t want you to own them. They want you to owe
them Big-Time with interest-rates and Corporate mis selling: Holidays in the Sun:
‘Social-Authoritarian: Regime: To pay for Police and Army Security: Number(s) on a screen: Boardgame: Risk! The Millennial-Market(s)’ mistake(s)…’
‘The Government(s) of The People(s) the(y) want you to continue swimming but not too quickly, not too much growth, to start with: then infinite…Eternal Legac(y)ies of this Day!’
‘In a finite-World. Life? Is it? Finite?’
‘This World, this Universe, Us forever! Continue paying-off whatever It is? Subscription hidden-payments: Family? For: Eternity? ’though…
‘Quotatives Bail-out, that is all they want…’
‘Quants? From?’
‘You.’
‘Me?’
‘Your Belongings, eh?’
‘eh?’
‘Your Government! Independent Private-Business (IPBs).’
‘Free&Fair Elections.’
‘Sure?’
‘Equity?’
‘Secret?’
‘Public. For all to see. Like All Sports and Games&most-Drama Theater Cinema…’
‘Two or more teams…Two or more players no-one knows the-ending…’
‘End(a)X(ed.).’
Equity Familial Firm Company Limited. Good.
‘Good?’
‘Noooo…Country? To be honest…’
No-debt increasing profit-plateau just fine-law tuned to the Market and market(s).
Flat-screen TV? What about that gadget? Bought, or borrowed?
Vehicle? Any other Property? Loans? Shares, and Stocks. Rent?

Insurance. Pay&Pension: Debit-CCredit
Stock-up
each day each week…
‘Each month…Home.’
Starving-out Ghetto Slum-State re-fused Health and Social-Care Goods and Services…
‘That as well. Super Hyper-G Lobal-Market(s)! What do You want to b-known for? Credit-Card ad-
Vance?’
‘What?’
‘You owe already…so, why not continue? EveryOne Does!’
‘Plus?’
‘What?’ to any cross-trading traffic immediately curtailed blue-green cross-trades as another parallel and crossing-tracks passed and rattled and rolled-over like passenger and freight-lines.
Passing like ships in the-perhaps moonlit-dark starlit night-passing that previous-night:
‘NNN/nnn/???’>?Margins-called:’
‘Breaking-point…’
‘Braking-point?’
‘Baking. Tipping-point…’
‘For: Profits as in-creased debt and/or de-creased…’
‘Losers…’
‘Never-exactly equals…N. crushes, exploits and takes over…’
‘Aggressively.’
‘And.’
‘silenced.’ skulked skull sunken eyes and lights turned-out.
Screen left-on, referenced:
‘For: Life!! Markets closed? For the Day! Until: Midday. Closed for Business.’
‘Business-As-Usual?’
The-Clerk, to the-Banker:
‘Final-Trade?’
‘Close of Play?’
‘Time to Pay…’
The-Clerk:
‘Time to Play.’
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The-Clerk moving around tapping toes and hand mumbling, to-self or to the screen-talking unawares, into the earpiece-microphone replaced-lead: talking to someone? Talking to Who? Listening to what? Is that, singing-along? To what song? Singing? Singeing-Singapore? Who? Burning:
‘Watching, the-Game?’
‘What-Game?’
Watched-in window-manifestation: manufactured: on-line news-updated…
The-Banker puzzled at the-Clerk head-down, no-further eye-balling body-contact and The-Banker shuddered at the thought of The-Clerk maybe getting a-head of the-Game:
‘WarFare4: Pirac(y)ies?
‘UN-declared?’
‘Fair?’
‘For?’
‘LoL’
‘Ha-ha.’
‘Got IT yet? So, there, you haven’t IT, yet!’
‘No, you have got it!’
‘No! You have got ‘It!’
‘What?’
‘The ball?’
‘Bail? The-outfield?’
‘The Umpires’ Whistle?’
‘Managing the Game?’
Securit(y)ies calling:
‘Time.’ PutT(s)-Stay(ed.)’
‘Staid. Time-0ut! Foul! Move! nn to NN Metre-line! Out-the-Park!’
Dropping-down, the eyes, leaned slightly forward, looking into keenly:
Pricing…guidance…mortgage/rent…pay…skills
Capital-amount:
Your-Balance-sheet: …
> >Credit…plus/minus…Debit…indebted…to: Bank of You: opening…
Co-Lateral: owed amounts: to: lists…out-goings…that must be-have paid…
Owed. Horizontal.
Up-and-Down. Need-cash? because the-debt you started-with is the-one you’re stuck-with: Life? Which means?
Only what I need….
You can-afford them…
That You need to pay-off: Your Loans: list…and your…
Buy currencies? portable…
Anything…cars…TV… < Loaning money to buy with? < COPS?! Buy your bank and building society…
Crashed! < <’StartedAgain’ Casino < >Never. < Break the Trust…then… < That’s about it…
Selling? Yes Gold-Chip!
Cash-account…in the bank… < The numbers stay the same… < I don’t know! Why would I do that unless I was going on-holiday!
< Git IT! On ‘Holiday’!  Social-Democracy!  Religious Re-Publican!  Right/Left each…  Health: Employment based@Bank::Exports/Imports: n/N not-N/n… < Tourism. Re-values…other <s against yours …N/nnn…printing more currency? <
<Government: Welfare-Bonds. Housing…fair and safe.

Homeless Health&Social-Care. Securit(y)ies:a time when women were not-allowed out
Except exempt excerpting excreting over-fed in(s):Pow!(e)®ring
Quantitively-easing…like printing money… < Start all over again! Like: Change-Trade: OPEC Prices: N/n… >Bailout: For: Weapons of War.
Quick aggressive move engineered through the Kaos!
Made: Random log-normal distribution:
Gorilla-Warfare!
<Peace-fare…
everyday
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On-screen: The Country-Wide: National: Rational-Equitable…
The Real-World: <Shares…getting-there…of the National wealth…against…
Supersubs: Euro/Dollar/Yuan-Mindi…
<Sterling-silver:

Gold-Rand/new-Ruble/new-Dinar/convertible:

         <Peso’s/ Rea and Rupee…: forbearance of your…Z: 

‘Zombie-Shell? Me?’
‘Servicing-debt:’ choking-off further lending be-heading clean-cut ripping out the guts in front of boggling-eyes: as they used to do:
‘Rubles and Rubel(s)!’
‘No-Humility!’
‘Humanity.’
‘Bartering Straight Swaps?
‘Settle a deal?’
‘OK.: Rates-available: list…as above, or below, other short to long-term deposits may be made…’
<Savings: Credit…in the-Bank to be: made…
Lending-for investment at a reasonable-return or simply-fore-going…foregoing…feigning…foreclosing…
The Cash-Till: action:
‘Going-down Sinking-Ships:’
‘‘Titanic’!’
‘To get Home: Labour Workforce:’
‘Share-scheme…’
‘Not like any other! Domestic Produce equals like4like exchange(s) agreed upon in Real-Time:
Online and Public: Solar-battery: charging playing-cellphone(s):…
The-Banker held onto the newspaper, brief-cased opened screen. Sat back, where had been leaning-forward in some kind of reverie…
Looked-over and stared the-Clerk directly in the eyes and between and around the other less-experienced in the ways of the world. Shiny-suited silver-grey not-dull-charcoal. The Banker: a sharp-suited dull charcoal-grey power-dresser almost unnoticed rotund in-parts, like a tailors’ dummy sharp-suited, three-dimensional 4G strung-out as a puppet as to the Invisible-Puppeteer.
Staged-and sound-designed as-seen self-motivated
Familyies’
Banker-Politicians@Snr. Management moving synchronous photographic phonographic form…textured breathed-in…and breathed-out…flavoured movably moved: recruited:
The Rational-Equitable: …
<Hostaged…to fortune…exchanged: …
Terror-transformer: with Fear and anger: revolt revulsion propelling political economic and Media-Pundit (MP)…
<Expert-citizen…per-citizen…the-Clerk clicked looking-down not into anguish or fear but deprecation with depreciation:
Basics-required…restricted…: simplified independent advice-orphans charging model…specific one-off advice: inherit pension-portfolio managed-fees…
<Fixed-retainer or percentage-fee? Y/N?
Y…for larger-amounts…
<Less transaction-fee-deal…through home and small-business and personal-credit…on-screen bundled-up again: obliterating…un-traceable credit and… mortgage’s and un-paid-loans…swapping.
Loans/debts….
sent-to: confidential…. done. delete…deleting…
<Vehicle? List:…chosen: V*8::Done.
Home? Furniture (including radio TV and all digital and analogue devises media and games:)? Food? Police-Action against perceived incursion …conscripted to known
Water? Air? even? Evenly spread? Across Your Life.
<Lives? How many do You wish to Buy? list: …
Everyone’s? Lives?
<Only Yours…
Selfish Objectivism? Does not-compute: The Panic of 2008: does…
<Objective selfishness…
Subjective unselfishness…
<Unselfish Subjectivism…
unselfish Objectivism…computing all possibilities: now…
<The-Market’s: lists…of lists…
Deleting…
The-Banker taken a-back.
Beneath-what were actually Gold-Gilt Bold CAPITAL-type caption-topping, and a clearly no longer tumultuous Stock-Market re-called.

The-Banker gradually and all too quickly, and suddenly and readily now recalling: implicitly getting-now, the pitiful irony of the newspaper headline:
WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL!
and the photograph below.
Taken, without permission, who would be-have asked? For: permission?
To the-Banker, now again, forcibly revealed, for the first-time, by the-Clerk, perhaps, notoriously, not only into short-term memory but now also into open-consciousness sight as of vision:
<Access Denied…

‘As of this morning…’
‘Has already happened. What’s done is done. IT is what it is.’
‘The Worlds’ Markets’ un-doing…’
‘Business-as-Usual: ‘
‘Is what IT is.’
Awakening as in a pent-up fury raging, invoked from the vestiges of the evening-prior:
‘A-Phoenix!’ speech-bubbled spoken outloud? SHOUTED? to rise out of the ashes…
Trimmed-wings is, what the-Clerk thought:
‘Business-as-usual.’ both looking-out of the still-moving outside-window:
‘Business-as-usual? There is to be a Declaration this morning…’
‘Mid-Day. Now, InterNational Meantime…this-will stabilise the-markets…’
‘At some-lower-rate….’
‘Others’’ automatically-Higher?’
‘And, and that is the-thing! What ‘We’ will do is simply re-align currencies….’ the-Clerk interrupted as if boring into the brain of the other eye-contact.
As if to satisfy some lust, or inbuilt hidden hatred unavoidable, as both, even as an idle-interlocutor:
‘’We’? Same-thing 50/50?’

‘Equity? Of-course! Private. Confidential. Between. Us?’
‘Bluffing?’
‘At another relatively higher-point?’
‘Lesser?’
‘Or more?’
‘You got it!’
‘No, you got it!’
‘And start all-over again…’
‘At: some lower-point? You give me the-nod on prices drop of one thing and another and I will do
the rest get me? Now then, those debts, who they with? R/E? O.K.? Right here, right now…’ as issuing some
oratory declarative. Without clue of real-
(i)mp(l)(i)©at-ion:
‘Known?’
‘Collateral-damage?’
‘Un-intentional consequences…’

Like: un-usually honest seeming-politician(s) yet un-aware of their own-truth.
Only that made-up by themselves&other(s)…if there were such a thing…as honesty ready to be barracked. To others’…
Deprecating and Self-deprecating and yet, as anyone appreciating of themselves, deceiving of-themselves.
Implied depreciation of the-other by self to self and other appears. With the opportunity presented, as an explanation of the rise to euphemistic glorification yet also, thereby pre-emptive fall from grace: albeit: only ever temporarily as in leadership:
‘As in current circumstances as currency-accounting…’
‘4Exchequer?’
‘As simplicity ‘It’self and without which ‘It’ would all be re-solved today:
‘Lawyer?’
‘Banker. F(a)m(i)l(y) Business Merchant Investment-Banker Business Free-Trader Independent.’
‘FBMIBB means F-T-I of course!’
‘The warnings given? Taken? Too-late. For that…’
‘Warnings heard un-heeded?’
‘Unstoppable!’
‘After the event…’
‘…and hold that Front-Page!’ that nevertheless now could only now be seen from the-Clerks’ supposed, and likely derisive, and probably gloating, satirical perspective.
Stalled. Climate-warnings… State-Farm Warnings!
On the side screen-panels rapidly absorbed concerning the latest sports and business-media
Celebrity-Star: Photo of stage and screen religiously-inoculated to:
‘Keep up with the-Markets!’
‘Keep up with the…’
‘Other.’ through theft, and violence, on TV.
Obesity, meals fluffed, plucked, personal-value, emotionally-in distress, in a consumer-hazed blazing marketing-characteristics: gentle gentile
Capitalism, rough Liberal/Socialism, gentle-Socialism rough-Communism: as loan- sharks encircling the flotation-tank, gas-chamber, propitious-publicity, canary in a cage.
Of the photogenic In-crowd the IT-crowd and for the crowd of passengers generally-un-attainable photo-genia.
Un-obtainable@ and therefore to be utterly-loathed, or loved, in equal unequal measure.
Perhaps, as well as envied for their art or wealth, or both, and thus taken a part-of: most alarming of all the guileless, seemingly-misguided, business trusted-bought:

The-Newspaper-Owner: Media-Magnate.

Peoples’ Voice. Spoken to now the even more incongruously, and mischief-making paradox-inducing intent, of a supposed-Ally. Not-Enemy. Anyway, not-yet, anyway: The Tycoon-proprietor.
The media-Mogul Magnate-Oligarch empirical pseudo psych-economist fine old art wheeler-dealer and owner. With-whom…only maximizing Profit matters…
Golf and Gold may have been shared-interests and at least and a singularly badly-shared literary-joke: this is not charity!
Laughing together. Not laughing together.
‘With influence…’ still marking cards, making-detergent soap, or string-balls
Media-Empire: whatever it was it mattered not.
Find space in your plans to pay-off your debts tech-debts upgrading pervasive previous version
No-longer oil-burning
Nuclear-fusion batteries
New heat-reducing
Climate lateration generic genetic
Switch-gear to a nat(ur)ally circular-economy
Credited and debited in-usage output and productivity
From the start
Prevention of pandemic in future-debt saving freely
available non-commercial forests and oceans for geobio-diversity digital vaccine food-diet grown
sustainably across all society the globe, exchanged for a better world all round.
Squared the circle, oblong
orbits none perfect but all better for the next turn in space travel and settlement exploiting resources only
not-people en-masse but individually.
Relationships
of innocence not-questioning rather than authoritarian demanding through actions or configuring
language plans made together and with retro-spectivity learning producing our own energy from waste
fertilising the fields medicinally un-contaminate un-polluting run-off reducing plastic recycling with
bio-food film and edible packaging metal quantity and quality in populations better-off and less populous
without
the catastrophic genocidal effects of
Global Heating above bearable limits, or below, the fragile Human-Race,
the warring species friendly and family competition and co-working operations…opportunities…
Infecting virus circular ring molecular
Triple-Carbon Deuterium Tritium…
Copying transcripts and algorithmic ratios
(I)m(m)une to some incursion evading or avoiding of others
infected multiplying millions2Quadrillion of small and relatively
Giant cells over-riding systems incursions of the web
spiders waiting, to nourish dry cadaver asleep or dead, in the glaring-Sun
Across electric-charged membrane charging cells within working RNA DNA ATP every previous
Generation-coded for enzymes proteins binding
bloods and atmospheric-airline transferring bacterium
Active energy
Metabolism the-globe itself, and we, prokaryotes, us, ourselves.
Manipulating a host metabolism
corralling germ-line eggs and sperm separately centring fighting in a ring where the rules are clear in
linguistic-theory not so practicing experimental lifetimes passing-down but un-taught
unteachable only to learn all over again and
again the rules changing the Times Express Telegraphed into The Sun.
memorific with the body-brains neural-particles
Ep(i)genetic obviously into each uniquely
Genetic-life and livelihood generational
Colonic polyps peaked burst remaining to build molecule cells within and without
toxic-waste to harm, we, fertilising and feed the land inside-out.
The Earth. Rock and watery gases, life, livelihood organic farming
and factorial product manufacturing
ourselves from the beginning and we have the Earth now to be post
lost-costs…
Hot energy generated contained and cooling air-conditioning set-constantly according to need and
ability for changing for the better life, of all, like the book(s) say…
Each unique as must-be mis-interpretation, each of us every moment…how our DNA and our brains make us to
adapt or not to changing circumstance, all the experience shared and new, we have in the world.
No-barriers, walls within walls the tree canopy is much like a brain in that its’ shape is formed by branches
and leaves, twigs, nuts and flowers.
Pathways and canals, brain blood, muscle-veins and roots.
Like the minimal mined rust belts, minerals and
Ourselves renewing and renewable through lifetimes of
Good-living with-out bad faith and personal-integrity
felt-existential.
The no longer permanent permafrost…un-equal recovery is not-ne-go(t)(i)able
anymore, only equal negotiable, as we do everything, our bodies within and without.
Sharing the burdens stresses and strains of modern-life pumping money into markets emergency
support programmes’ credit-roll support zero-interest rates negative lending and borrowing over-time
payback productivity working domestic/public gross and not-gross enjoyable and not the secret of eternal-life
storing-up resilience in sleep and daily sport. Unarmed surveillance unveiling scattering tribes or re-
distributing in the populations to hide for when
ready. Although ‘It’ did hold.
Betrayer. Traitor, betraying even in spiteful little BIG-threat whenever not-making-
out neither cause nor principle people alterable plastid flex(i)(a)bilityies.
At the end of the day: when push-comes-to-shove, no-one is or ever was your-Ally.

Not even, your friend,

not even your-family. We are online
brands of Giant Corporations with only finance at their core their customers nothing but disrupting innovation
stuck in the now-failed again ways of old.
Di-vesting from the environmentally destructive to in-vesting
In the environmentally
re-constructive in our image no-longer factory-farming
Farming factories feeding the world, or not; in peace not eternal
digital pixelate workfare robotics…
Genes aren’t destiny.
Only-One Race. Wo! Hu-Man.
Re-de-fining species amongst each other viral
Pro-tected
protecting bio-mess…
Bio-Mas
Adapt(ed.) first mutate later contemporary survival of the fittest and luckiest
Vertical and
Horizontal-vision standing in-water and out. Bio-Mass.
Social-Evolvability developmental-bias
Bio-traits en-tangling knotted
First then all entangling cladistics monopara
polyphyletic now taxonomic hybrid anarchy
adaptation(s) bias-coded into the machine.
Emotional relationships motivating broad pursuit of-purpose
Process productivity engineering social re(s)ponse
Intel. Comms. Faster and faster camera chasing droning in-genius remarkable dedicat(ed.):

Team Spirited Zoo. Bailed-out, again. Industrial Technological Re-Volution:

The Genius of Free Markets (G. O’Free-Markets) to make Rational Equitable Decisions (REDs)…
Complex Choice(s)-Capital Tech. RE-tail Industrial Mighty!
Bailing-out, again, or not this time
From the false-accounting phone-tapping mess.
From Power, Corruption and Lies…simple rate-setting
Bit-Coin premium-credit payment-protection rackets
Rocketing space-debts
Profit(s):N(n):N/nnn
Perhaps before anyone had tumbled…tumbled-in could have, at least, perhaps seen IT coming.
Could-have, perhaps should-have, acted with even-handed propriety, notoriety, perhaps?
‘Suicidal!!’
‘Murderous.’
‘Market-Forces alone.’
Acting, sustained stai(n)(ed.) known and therefore deliberate, lies, libel-language known intent to withhold/mislead Peoples’ Law. Peoples’ Justice. Acting-for as-if with assumed-impunity and as usual un-even im-propriety
Summo(n)s(ed.)-up and convince(ed.) and therefore convicted in-their absence-of-wit…
The- Editorial Traitors! The Public: Closing-in. Closing-in…
‘Close-them down? I would…’ and closed-down the print-run down, and deliberately stopped the newspaper and the train-company from delivering…
‘For-Free!’
Then:
‘No more Hand-Outs!’ let slip:
‘No more Bail-outs?’
‘Benefits who?’
‘This Be-n(e)fits Peoples’ Friends&Family Loyaltyies Card!’
‘Voters?’
‘Them, as well.’
‘Back-handers?’
‘Employment Re-cycling…’
‘Re-purposing…’
‘Doing what we want to do…’
‘Re-Usine(s).’
‘By and 4whom?’
‘Soldier Super-Power: The Worker(s) upstanding..’
‘Workers?’
‘Anyone who Works?’
‘Proletariats’ Super-Power! Bonus! Earned Universal-Credit for (A)b(i)l(i)t(i)es in life…’
‘Got away with Murder!’
‘Useful-Hotelier?’
‘Insurance?’
‘Medical-expenses? School? College?’
‘University? Health, and Social-
communications…pathogenic-Media Biome.
Utopian Free-Market Nightmare unre-gulated…de-regulated:
Uncouth liars advertising fake-testing positive-negatives and negative-positives:
‘Trade-Suppliers…’
‘Re-Tailors…’
‘The-Works…’
‘The-Works…’
‘freely-given…’
‘Free-Trade?’
‘True-Trusted Trader.’
‘Taken.’
The: Rational-Equitable
> The Rational-Equitable…
<Stores&Stocks:

Goods&Services:
<Food…Home: Health and Social-Care: (i)n.vested-(I)n:War?’
Funereal business only. I’m A Re-Fugee. I’m Out:Of-here…
0ff-Here.
Advertising-Wars. RE-placed MS Virgin Amazon-Google Tik-Tok:
Dis-placed Visa: Rational-Equitable:
<Free-advertising…
Infra-structure and maintenance:treated like:as if terrible animals xtreme violence tortured trained4this beaten into their brains and others’ bruised and battered bodies eventually-dead.
Try to understand your worst enemyies intentions, threat perspective different humanity different soul, different but so what?
Aren’t we all, bigoted fearful of other them considered considering always the threat, the lack 0f freedom:
<Low2N0-pay!
Waste-Costs?
<Low4no cost:
Land?
<Oil. MonstrOCityies! Expulsion from the surrounding countrysides brutal to the point of deaths in custody City Gaol.
Sports Stadia millions of bodies stacked-up adults&children driven over the edge captured collected all the money&valuables they could army bull-dozers as the diseased farm animals burned&buried thrown as sacks into mass-communal graves.
<As:If:nothing had happened.
Life…time.

The relief on a Childs’ face clouded eyes when they are dead the relief on a parent’s face; when they are dead.
Only-just…fear of forced return of migrants countryside and cities made uncomfortable an aura of Terror…

In death the terror is gone, the terror we all carry with us every day, but do not have this common fact reminded
every day.
The world is a terrifying place, and wondrous at the same time, reminded strongly every day ‘isms…

Ant hill, tent hill all the way along the hills and ridges ranges away from the Cityies where People had lived and
been born, worked and played re-creations of oursel(f)ves, dry collecting what tree wood there was left, what
root and fieldcrops they could and returning as exiles or exiles returning, it mattered not, it was Worlds’
carrying-on. Murder in the Church, carry-on. Disaster diseases, carry-on.
Warnings ignored. Carry-on.
Writing on the chalkboard
Leaving the factory homes schools and hospitals behind
With vehicles’ roads run-out of.
Charged un-re-fined fuel littering
the highways bodies at the curb-side
that is what it was like; as an overwhelming force against a peaceful crowd
the Internal Security Forces were told nothing but trouble-makers drug-addicts&alcoholic
no-Social
Care
All social-care and some de-finition of others’ that deserved to die for the false-flag
Cause&Principles
beyond communist/capitalist fascist-dictator…dinosaur-birdsong.
Protecting their territory finding a mate to rape, beaten into threat of violent retribution, submission, awful…
The virtual-slave workforce lived and died at work. Tech-taken
Tunes. Killed as directed left stage right. ISF
Enter Disrupt Innovate
In-Corporate
Graft.

Also by M.Stow:
WarFair4: The Day the Market(s) stood still…part two
Walter Mepham (A First World War true family and personal story)
EarthCentre:The End of the Universe (An Anthropic Odyssey)
Universal Verses
Pan Tan-Gou
Arctol & other short novels, stories and poetry…All copyright@M.Stow.2020 all rights reserved

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WF4.1.1. The Day The Market(s) collided…

M.Stow
WF4.1.1. CRASH!!! ISBN: 9798642262269

Published by M.Stow Smashwords Edition
2016 Copyright M.Stow
Part Two: The Day The Market(s) collided…

Growth without greed: Social production is the material base on which humans live. Attaching importance to production is basic to economic thought. Confucius was not an empty talker. He advocated an active participation in business and social activities, and always attached importance to production. WWW.international-relations.com
“Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home…” Eleanor Roosevelt:
1948 address before the UN Commission on Human Rights. On New Year’s Day 1942, President
Roosevelt, Prime Minister Churchill, Maxim Litvinov, of the USSR, and T. V. Soong, of China, signed a short document which later came to be known as the United Nations Declaration and the next day the representatives of twenty-two other nations added their signatures…
“This present window of opportunity which during a truly peaceful and interdependent world order might be built, will not be open for too long. Already there are powerful forces at work that threaten to destroy all of our hopes and efforts.” David Rockefeller, United Nations, 1994.

107th plenary meeting United Nations General Assembly 2014. Towards the establishment of a multilateral legal framework for sovereign debt restructuring processes…Recalling further the International Conference on Financing for Development and its outcome document, in which sustainable debt financing is recognized as an important element for mobilizing resources for public and private investment, and the follow-up International Conference on Financing for Development to Review the Implementation of the Monterrey Consensus and its outcome document, the Doha Declaration on Financing for Development, as well as General Assembly resolution 68/204 of 20 December 2013, noting that sovereign debt crises are a recurring problem that involves very serious political, economic and social consequences and that the restructuring processes of sovereign debt are a frequent phenomenon in the international financial system…

ChinaDaily.com (English language) forum: 10th February 2017.

At this year’s World Economic Forum in Davos, Chinese President Xi Jinping seized this golden opportunity, strode into the spotlight and presented his country as ready and able to fill the many gaps in the international order that Trump’s “America First” approach is creating…wielding economic, diplomatic and military clout. Gone are the (Obama) White House goals of striving to safeguard civil rights at home and abroad, protecting an independent press and helping democracy flourish overseas…Trump’s moral style (is to) replace Obama’s audacity of hope with his (Trumps) own mendacity of despair.

Maybe what Beijing has to offer as a moral global leader is political ― a meritocratic mode of efficient governance…post-Mao China has been one of the few authoritarian countries in the world that successfully survived the global wave of democratization. After Mao, Chinese leaders developed a collective form of leadership, with rules and institutions that have allowed peaceful and predictable leadership transitions, both at the national and local levels.
Some observers claim that China stands as a well-functioning meritocracy that appeals to those living in democracies who have been hurt by massive electoral rifts and populist, post-fact politicians. Beijing’s set of new security laws has tightened the space for civil society and largely excluded foreign non-governmental organizations from operating in China. And last month (January 2017) China’s highest judge came out with an unusually sharp warning against Western legal influence:
“We should resolutely resist erroneous influence from the West (for) ‘constitutional democracy,’ ‘separation of powers’ and ‘independence of the judiciary.’

“We must make clear our stand and dare to show the sword.” Solaris. Stanislaw Lem novel 1961 film poster: Tarkovsky 1972 fiction on the confrontation and limitations of pure productivity and materialism.
Capt. capped-Capitalism. Blogspot.com: 2013 Why post-scarcity economics is scary.
Market-Forces as Sex and Attention Exchange… as an arms race based on narcissism, looks, beauty, and the like (intelligence and personality) that would drive both the supply and demand curves for sex and attention as Market Price and Opportunity Costs as the same for everyone post unemployment… post-scarcity…
WarFair4: Rogue-Citizen: Part One: The Day The Market(s) stood still…

• The Banker and The Clerk.

The-Train moved slowly out from the glass and steel raised slab of the new edge of The-Town main-line railway-platform, running alongside the banking blank back of High-Street shops, and the Station Car-Park awaiting return.
Into harvested-fields and open-grazed pastures below remaining precipitous pine-forest planted-poplar and willow wind-break shielded through The Trees, the New Days’ Sun appeared speared, blinking-awake…
Burst! through The Train Carriage compartment breaking-beyond a grey-blue green-scene: staggered and staged, rolled and ranged.
From: the east-peaked settling yellow-orange onto the western-hills shadow-flanking purple-green valleys and up-country, the farmed grid-framed plains where the day was already begun. A steamy streaming of white-grey lifted across a dried-up estuary in thin-rain spluttering over an elevated iron-riveted ochre painted girder-bridge built on pillars of the deepest yellow and red local-rock and brickwork, arched, and breached.
With the Suns’-rays The Train rattled-on emergent as through a fog over the beached river below. Onto the other-side of a ravenous gaping-gorge. Over-spilling through the outskirts of a more modern recently built-up ancient River-Harbour and Sea-Port Town. With high-rise Housing-Project Industrial-Units and Business-Park and a brand-new Shopping-Mall, serving for Food and Home-furniture and Motor-Vehicle showrooms, sales-rooms and cheap-Hotel and Motel.
Linked razor-wire fenced and chained-in horse paddock gated and padlocked.
Adjacent, a blue-green to red-stopped waiting train-crossing signal as a Freight-Train privileged over passenger passaged prerogative thundered-by loaded with stocks and shares, as Goods and Services that then circum-vented the Whole World that morning the Workers’ and City Commuters’ Train trundling alongside, for now beside a chequered black and yellow train-crossing arterial hot-tar-road weighted-heavy and ever busy with traffic. Omnibus and coach. Bicycle and motorcycle. Car and caravan-trailer as lorries’ articulated-juggernaut container-shipments on-board beneath and onto the adjoining over-passing concrete-Highway into and out-of Village and Town.
All Traffic travelling with almost One-accord.
To-and-from galvanized corrugated-steel and copper-zinc tin roving roofing between brick and-cinderblock door-ways loading and un-loading bays beneath canopied entrance-coded and secured dusty air-extracting to the outside world-unseen windowless between belching water cooling-tower. Pylon-linking electric-welding workshop engineering factory-crafted machined and man(u)factured goods.
Human Re-sources. Food and Home furniture packaged warehoused shipped to-and-from: The Harbour Town and toward(s): The-City Port and portals’ co-modifying in-return. Stock-Yards stacked-up, exchange value-assured on: The Futures’ Money-Markets value ascertained as all awaiting transport to-and-from: Home and Abroad. Home&Colonial…

1.
The I-nvestment Merchant-Banker sat-back and glanced across at The Admin.istrative Accounts-Clerk: both sat in opposite seats a fixed-table between them travelling on this same-train same-time, same-carriage: for The-Clerk the same-seat if that or any other was to be had amongst the everyday commuters seated and a few more standing today from the as usually crammed-in each weekday early-morning into The City.
For The-Banker: this day too-early for the usual-reservation. Today, with or without waiter or waitress-served breakfasted or a free-morning Newspaper only those freely given-away and piled-up in The Station Forecourt to be taken-away. That had to be paid-for anyway, by publicising the events and latest product model and version, the most reasonably-priced, alongside copies of The Big Issue sold-on by homeless-people dis-advantaged and in Metropolis’ around the world: no such thing as a free-lunch the-
Banker reasoned: in First-Class The Financial-Newspaper paid-for anyway by The Railway Company ticket-seated and breakfasted with The-Financial Newspaper at massively discounted Market Business-Rate or Cost-Price freely as-Advertising encouraging in-someway Paid-For and all for: Financial Returns and the Power to Influence others’ campaign…and-win.

The Financial Newspaper could be easily afforded, anyway.
From today’s loss-leader, tomorrow’s winner paid-for upfront, from: The Station-Kiosk: The Newspapers’ Corp-0-rate-In-vestment: borrowed on perma-credit: staff-costs and overhead(s): never paid-off and on- continuing steady-sales to be re-couped: shorted for the long-term in-vestment…
Achieved…
Shareholders and Company Corporation(s): Owner(s): paid-back to: in-vest again in-debted: Credit.ed: next days’ copy, readied for repeat status quoted confidence asking- price bid and volume traded as they were: before: The-War.
Today. The Newspaper: not given-away with the extortionately and exclusively permissive over-priced railpass this day into The City: The Stock-Exchanges and Financial-Markets’ Annual-Executive Rail-Ticket: paid-for, whether used or-not.
This day the first Train out and apparently only Standard-Class sub-ordination available. A single First-Class carriage was filled-up quickly by anyone who had a ticket and conceivably some who did-not: there were no-tickets being checked apparently the barriers left-open and inviting all-comers.
For The-Banker: for another-time that morning, something mildly, now seconded, and markedly unusual: the earlier, when: The Radio Alarm-Clock: had switched-on. Routinely with the early-morning fishing, farming, road, and rail, airline and shipping news, of arrivals and departures, delays and speculative forecasts as weather-reports, local and global, political-economic, and media-news, with the previous-nights’ closing with The Stock-Market(s) Prices from around The-World: there had been developments, overnight, that needed attending-to…
From the emptying platform: The-Banker and The-Clerk boarded The Train:
together, more or less equal. The-Clerk with a free newspaper, and headphones plugged-in to a Mobile Media-Centre. The-Banker for the first time in a long-while with a bought-copy of: The Financial-Newspaper from The Trains’ limited refreshments trolley.
Having taken the first seat-available in the nearest Standard-Class compartment, coupled with a foul-stench reeking drain-leaking latrine literally retching between the brown and grey-green patterned seats. Along the narrow aisleway The-Banker waving The Newspaper ahead: as if to clear-the-air un-wavering, when shunted across by the next-passenger inline to the only vacant window-seat glanced across-to and sedentarily leaned-forward across: The-Table: between them, and asked of: The-Clerk, already sat down-opposite:
‘So what do you make of it all then..?’ in the customary easy clear voice of one born with the interrogative confidence of swift appraisal…
As to The-Clerk as to The-Banker as to The Newspaper Headline: shaken-out: as to: the whole-carriage and The World beyond to: The City.
That could now be viewed in print, and as to what was initially referred to, that too was soon made obvious. The-Banker sat-back purposefully, purportedly and provocatively to-unfold and having unusually had to purchase: The Financial-Newspaper with the headline outer-most, upper-most:
WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL!
and seen again that photograph taking up the whole of The Grey-Top: printed front-page remaindered and pictured in the minds’ eye. Now: turned inside-out and with a staring squeezed blink of the eyes, fumbled as if in a freak storm, a blown umbrella, folded quickly-away.
To the-Clerk: hung-out to dry: having seen earlier the front-page photograph and one-liner, top headed re-referenced: re-conceived on-line and connected…down-loading and updating…milli-second minute-to-minute mobile-version uploading freely…with advertising: optional: free-view choice or fee-paying subscription…skipping…as instantly as if: mysteriously-accusatory…
As if with some felt need for validation, valediction, justification, testimony, guilt? Even before any biased evidential fact-based fiction? With a self and another-deceiving finality justifying, with instant-conviction…but of who? By whom? Despite the original opening-question, it seemed as if with no real right-of-reply.
The initial conversational-question asked as if not-intended to be replied-to or any other-mindedly mitigating circumstances or any-answer-at–all, particularly, or generally, listened-to or taken any notice-of.
Yet. Or so the younger-Clerk, surprised to be spoken-to then considered: perhaps like a nurture-nature kind of thing? Possibly a-Plebeian enquiry? Selected-standard flagged with no-probation: The-Clerk decided: more likely a command, to make something of IT and be-taken-notice-of: most self-importantly: County-Country E-State: local-Fund(s): at study work life and death:
Democracy cannot flourish in-fear hate anger:
At any-Time and Space constantly changing:
Roots amongst Rage: N-otice: given of anyway, notice dis-regarding of the possibly-paranoid maniacal rhetorical-answer awaited or not, by either, or Both re-gardless of The-Other:
On-Board: The Quickest to-the-Draw…or to:
Withdraw? The Subtler –Inquisitor?
Analyst? Strategist? adversaries all ready…
To: the initial-recipient clerking by-assumption looking-up from a streaming mobile smart-phone camera and video-games RPG-console: 4slotmachine…game…downloading…
Personal Electronic Reader de-pocketed-information-recording removing the earbud flex-plex: screen-clip micro-phone socketed lead-off to on-line searching…
For the source of mildly-irritating openly questive-words’ spoke… as directly-to or so it seemed: Kin-ex: Ground-Liaison: wherever this may be The-Clerk: in almost immediate reply:
‘Senseless…’
The-Clerk: not-looking-up, looking-down: and into the same recently con-cealed picture, and slowly re-storing from browsing-history as accurately acutely-historically as-depicted.
As verifiably veritably immediate un-tampered-with: photo-scooped shopped mobile cell-phone worded and photographed: syndicated and: World-Wide-Web: networked-scene: as at the end of the previous day:
The City: Stocks and Share-Bond market(s) as then as now: seen:
News-printed and pictured from the evening before: a litter-strewn like old ticker-tape looking across:
The Trading-Room Floor: for-saken soaking for-feit and un-forgiven an un-forgivingly blankly awaiting-screens’ strap-line seen: Markets’ Closed.
For: The-Banker: The single-slogan as about to go up or down was not possible to tell.
For All to: see… diagonally, from one corner of the screen page to the other,
perhaps tangentially to slip smoothly-across continuously shutter stuttering across only-slightly blurred from the-top aloft, above, the-perfect: the-normal midway ideally-positioned not at the-extreme outer-fielded or even ever truly-centred: but as inside-out, and now, as stilled.
As then, as now: as no-longer identically singularly signally existent: or ever again: exactly-the-same. Now: brought to-gether and as: Everywhere in: The World: and: Nowhere at-All. Except: everywhere, there, now as stop-framed only as cinematographically stilled. Re-corded and re-peatedly looped any movement as any-moment of only impendent occurrence of pixels printed and glowing-in: The-Cloud:
‘Markets Closed.’ shimmering grid-table mapping diagrammatic…a flickering…a coming-together:
‘Re-tail: On-Line and Mobile…:’ that bold bland statement flickering nonethelessmemorific fuzzily held in-abeyance:
As a dawn held rising over: The Worlds’ Edge.
As a vertiginous horizontally remotely-geometrically sited Cityscape skyline…diverting…to:
<Banking- details…corporate-investment scams perks of psychological-physical financial bribery and seemingly accepted as-normal rich&Poor: Corruption&Fraud: as a matter of extent for Tax-evasion and avoidance: on-consultancy and management-only signatory contracts hostage-taking hijacking debt-ransoming working-deals projected on un-founded optimism in collateral or pessimistically as life-threateningly:
‘Losses can exceed deposits…’
‘As death exceeds life.’ un-throated or keeping quiet: the-public purse: tax-dodging
avoidance not-open to everyone and evasion as non-invasion overseas as if this would be enough… to boost-confidence on-fixed multi-scalar fiddling violin-jigging burning words&figures in columns revealed above an open-dialogue boxed-in:

Options:…with-structure and series arcade-style deviation from the normal…too complex-to-control, if at all…cutting-edge: RE:booting…re-marking:
‘Perhaps, bringing The-City down?’
‘The-Global Cit(y)ies!’
‘Being brought-down?’ tapped-into:
<The-City: Country-Global: News: ethno-linguistically and-ability driven plutocracy(ies): strategically falsely declared other promoted-tactics shouted-out below a glassceiling silvery-mirror shattered difference: grotesque…
‘Over-Investment in Property: public: probity propriety privately… ‘
‘Over or under-valued Trade(s)! Un-Safe and un-Economical:…’
‘Risk…always…’
‘Super-Boom! Bust!’
‘New and emerging market(s):…’
‘The-City: Sin and Sexy! Why not? Only natural…’
‘Staple Basics: Chemicals Metals and Minerals…’
‘Food and Fuels…’ strongly in-vulnerable must-haves intuitive knowing certain flexible ups and downs:
‘Homes’ exag-ge-rated price-rises now falls…’
‘Deliberate-Fraud fixing the highest prices and thus highest debt together…trillions of fines for security…how do you expect me to make a living?’ hold the-nerve…volatile…
‘In-surance? Pensions? Providential Vendor-Banking…Industrial-Commercial…’
‘Credit-Crisis…’
‘Domestic. Home-Mort-gage?’
‘Global, now. Credit-Bubbles’ Burst! Sovereign-Debt! Called-in loans…’
Market-Value? Trillions…(I)ntrinsic-value…no-longer…’
Taken a-back:
‘Market-Value?’… gone…dumped dis-counting: The-past:
‘Intrinsic-Value?’ selling-off fast! Price(s) crashing: Future-Value not now as for present…
‘No-longer per-forming…’
‘BRIC(K)BATS!’ out-numbering banquets’ bouquet of plaudits…
‘De-Con-struction: Industrial&Construction: Dot-Comm.s’ spot-purchase of the
competition into monopoly 4no-brainer price…Puts and Stays…’
‘Gauge Trade-Investment…Oil and Coal-Gas’ Money-ness…Liquid-Strike
Price…’
‘Burst!’
Balloon bubble into Space:
‘Insurance and Banking-Liquidity smashed…’
‘Market Price-drops…’
‘Everywhere!’
‘Had to happen…peak-Coal-Gas Oil: going…gone…’
‘Peak-Cash Federal-Government dis-count(ed.) interest(ed.)?’
‘B-ordering…’
‘X-change-Rates carriage carrying price-set in-advance…’
‘R/E Reserves…’
‘1%?’
‘90% now…’ Arctic-condition (i)nvestment: sub(s)idising free-money zone bamboozling bankrupting de-frauding public purse(s) by taking asking-for it public hand-out bail-out bank-rolling free-loading for co-lateral bi-lateral public-private: Fair&True: free natural-resources will build your world from countr(y)ies to cit(y)ies: Antarctic: no financial assistance re-quired no-money zone! Sub-sisting: Quoted:
false fake-market marker to: the consumer…Public-(U)ltimately: at the Money:-Spot! Arcade-machine bank-account:
Re-sources required: Commodities’ out-sourcing of-necessit(y)ies essentials re-
privatised sold-off bought-publicly for-sale advertised for stupid-mone(y)ies:
‘Hyper-Cycles following-on!’
‘Boom! Bust!!’
Forward into:
‘The Money! Again!!!’ volatility-surfacing risk:…
‘Analysis: probing-probability(ies)’ Standard Deviation(s)…’
‘Market-Algorithms…’
‘Machine-Memes…’
‘Re-marketed-themselves…’
‘Genetic-Genes…’
‘Marked:’
‘The-Cards…’
‘Rigged. House(s) of Cards…’ publicly…pessimism:…inner-Optimism…
‘Fallen.’
‘In-House to: Each-Other…’ hidden and:
‘Home: alternatives farmed for solar wind and wave…’
‘Ad-vertising: Over-Other(s): over-Optim-ism: Get-Rich-Quick!’
‘Earns The Money!’
‘More-Money Better! Living-Laser!!’
‘Or Die! Cyborg-Rat!’
‘Digital-Artifact: Sting-Ray…’
‘Puddle-Ducking…’
‘Equity…gone. Owner(ship)…’
‘Interest(ed):?’
‘With Self and Others’ Fraud&Corruption?’
‘In-Business as in-Politics…’
‘As: Enter-tain-ment?’
‘Catering-to as travelling-with…’
‘Meaning?’
‘Motivation…’
‘Political-purpose…but…Closed?’
‘Politics-for-Sure: Once at the top, stay there. By foul means not fair. ‘
‘Business? Never!’
‘Fear?’
‘Who said anything in The World, in Nature…was fair?’
‘Ever was intrinsically fair?’
‘Fear?’
‘Or goodness!’
<Military/Civilian: Security: risk: Rebel-Plot?’ plotting-Rebel:Rogue-Citizen:
‘Cause?’
‘Global! Once the-Government loses:…’
‘Control : split on party-lines…’
‘Capitalist-Communist.’
‘Liberal-Democracy or Demagoguery…’
‘Like National-borders…’
‘Virtually: un-democratically democracy done-away with:’
‘The World…’ takes over: To over-throw:…
‘The-Ex€cutive: at the Ballot-Box:…’
‘Rigged: soft-coup…’
‘Absolutely de-fending against foreigners’ defending:…’
‘Deferred-prosecution…’
‘Serious?’
‘Secret-pay-ment(s): made…’
‘Bribery-a-Broad… Foreign-Aid!’
‘Minimal of-Course! Foe-Friendly! Diplomatic Spy?’
‘Mis-placed-Politics-list:…’
‘Global-Merger Acquisition in Dollar/Yuan! In whose interests?! To: get to speak:
with One-Voice un-common-Language…’
‘Money! Numb(er)s speak! The-Benefits-of-Trade…Every-One wants-In…Want-to?
Buy-in? Now?’
Interface: any financial-legal: SyS-Admin: problem(s)? Questions?: list…
‘Why…with-what?’
‘Your-debt(s)…’
‘My-Debts?’
‘To: Merge(d)-naturally with: The Will to Power…’
‘To make: Money: Bias-Bots…con-firm:…’
‘A protecting: Protectionist: Nationalist: Echo-Chamber …’ filter
Bubble…popped…
‘Cyber-Crim(i)(n)(Al?’ ne-gligence-alleged: proven: voting-Rights…and diminished-Re-sponsibilities…’ education…in-formation…gut-fellings…risk…over optimistic: maximising-Profit(s):
‘Mercantilist: Autarkial?’ closed-economy: ab-solute-Advantage: amassing merewealth: financial im-porting over exports im-printing borders’ currenc(y)(ies) unrealistically re-tracted spiked false-error factual-in-accuracy:
‘Warring-Benefit(s)…’
‘Losses?’ Colonial-Imperial: financial Rent and Mort-gages:
bricks and mortar any out-standing payments: land and buildings’ property-plant and equipment depreciation over time and use…but not money-in:
<The-Bank: Analysis: Book-Value: Assets and Liabilities: Cash and short-term investments…
Long-term:…as: Long-Term In-vestments de-preciating looking as if ploughed back-into:
‘Lost. The Family Corporate-Business(es)(‘s):…’
‘Each of Us emotive-cellular:…’ going- down noted-out not-payable: accrued wages salaries in-debted total-owned: People: quantifiable-Love as Time: as: non-Hatred continuum…buff-honesty bluff-humour: your-tube music-to:
General settings: Security-settings:
<In: Corporate: banking private equity real-assets Global-estate market strategies and investment-Solution(s)…
‘Leaders of: The World…’ getting in on The-Game or losing-out. Why should they? Shouldn’t they? They are Human too…vying over topspot: diplomatic or otherwise-scale de-pending: economic-growth failure-denied un-appreciated massive-meritocitous pay-gap military/moral dimension excuses un-equal reasons re-versed re-quired claiming the moral-high-ground barometer(s) against others’ evil also as-good…(e)qual:
‘Populations supporting them…’
‘Made-to…’ causing creating: State-of-Emergency and denying responsibility using no evidence but discriminatory pre-judice phoney fake foolish inaccurate intim(ads)®ating true&fair ©omplicit deceiving-selves persuading deceitful :
‘Purging killing-off any opposition…’
‘In fear reflecting parental-love en-forcing familial Sovereign-Bonds: …’
‘Mining gleaming silver-bullets…’
‘The City…’
‘White-Black fake stolen-Gold: cleaned-up…’
‘Licit ex-ports Drugs-and-Weapons…’
‘Now: Health and Social-Care…’
<Home-Base: Ownership: leant-on: service industrial-workers making and retailing apology for a pay mindset belief-gap set-in-stone unfree-speech hate and hostility of 99-1% churnalism min-i-mal: mini-mising: liars and opportunists all…altered-aud-(i)ts sought to include unprofessional un-ethical conduct-content opposite-to: true&fair:
‘Un-Balanced: Bud-Jet…’

Up-set power balanced floating and then some:
rigging…sailing away…with Others’
Dividend: Banks’ dis-counting cash-flow…unlikely…to: im-pass-able: possible…ex-tracting materials to man-u-factor supply-chain: factory-first assembly-line: second and infi-nite: if not for: plant-life.
Set-Up: For-Life: Hardware AI super-ceding humans…sub-strate: power-source: running-from: re-liable: fail-safe?
Instruction-manual: super-computer from the ground-up: vexing re-volutionary: in-structive: analysis: psychotic-bias responsible-re-porting:
‘Profit-margins at those rates with re-search and development ploughed back-in:
Limited-Liabilit(y)ies:
Off-shore shielded from domiciled domestic-economy fluctuations…
De-valuation…no-rise in respective pay-levels spending levels levelling out on the necessity(y)ies:
‘Personally-protected: Taxed by Wealth…’
‘For a Healthy People!’
‘With representation!’ suffering…poorly:
‘Workers of the-World!’
‘Global-Recession: Austerity…for All?’ virtually: looming drawing back to the roots of the caring core-voters’
Political un-Partied: in-fighting over-charging tariffs on:
Goods-In: and Jobs brought back protected and bargain sales re-negotiating: negating:
Trade-Treaties freighting-forwarders shared train-guage wagons moving A-broad and at Home: paying-customers…
Cheating. Corporate-Governing Policies made to look like common-sense who does not in-vest work and invest into the-familyiesbank: then, to help the working-poor lost-control taken-a-back: skills and abilities and independence: into:
‘Win-some…Lose-sum!’ and the thumb-and-index fingers parted tristed twisted con-
verse inverse forehead-L signifying V with the otherhand:
‘Out-of-Poverty…millions…’
‘Billions!! With: Self-Reliance!’
‘Resilience! Un-Free un-Fair Trade! Enough for All!’
‘Then: Free-Trade?’
For: the un-skilled frequent-failures at the-top owning the
lowest-few successful survivors: realised liberty and freedom:
popular-politicking pessimistic-playing:
paying with: earnings-gap obscene GE-sture…
‘Fear then Anger!’
‘Fear-and-Anger!’
Police and Law and Order: Armied Militarisation of The Federal: National-Guard: up-holding(s) ever-upward(s): The Taxing Constitution: re-presentative number(s) defending for all for themselves crony voters’ concerning hatred not love, protecting interest(s) at home and abroad: with dis-proportionate force: again: again-st. News:
‘Bribery hostage and kill for this!’
‘Took us Hostage. They killed My Parents! My-Child! Why?!’

Heard: trigger Happy Police and Armies in-control: at Home and Abroad: as a Law unto them-selves: Law and Order: Do All Lives Matter? Within: A Powder Keg of Emotion: tackle poverty and fear the root frustrations leading to cooking-the-economy always with promises of attacking poverty with jobs and public spending spiralling downwards economic local and global fiscal stimulus quantifying soft-pedalling piddling paddling back-peddling hard-leaving for minimum yield-of-years’ maximum-term: re-peated life-shar(ed.):
Lives’ of the:
‘A Thousand Generations: much stays the same…’ a thousand years around The Sun more humanity more of Humanity humane less inhumanity but for:
‘For: Peace…’
‘Low-level conflict on the streets in the clubs controlled in sport and laugfhter,
sing-songlines and art battling News brought-to:
The-People(s): Social-Con-structed: Justice: Court-ofLaw(s): Government-fixed scrapped democracy broken envious-revenge returned or call it what you may…
‘Battles’-on: The Streets:…’
‘So much for: Being-There Here&Now!!’
‘The Country(ies)-at-War!’
‘War-on-Terror!’
’Trade-Civil Religious War(s)…’
‘To: Win at any expense!’
‘I Will Win for You!!’
‘We Can Do It! Yes We Can!!!’
‘We Can?’
On: Buy/Sell: rented hired-in short-term perpetuity…
Property: Poverty: Port-Folio: owned…
Option(s): Time-value(s)…expected net-realisable…
‘Hedging-Debts? Taking-in again to sell-on for collateral&more once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to profit from super-normal re-turns…’
‘From Somerset to Buckingham…’
‘From others’ misery&death obscene-Profit…’ outside of: The-Marker…ruling(s) on a whim…
Whimsical re-structuring below value…
‘Above-Value(s): market-dependent on actual-return(s)… ‘
‘Commodities’ Bank(i)(ng)-Equityies…’
State of the art self-repairing engine-module: P(ersonal) S(ecurity) I(nvestment)-scam scan-updating: Main-Frame: understanding-Peoples’: Inter-face: loading…
Scanning…now:
<Private-Equity@Credit: Work(-)Debit….’in-hand’ pay-cut: money-value: re(L)a(T)i(V)e:

Equal(s): Others’ Savings and Investment Property: Pensions and InsuranceAssurance: active-link: delete-data-base: re-programming: Life: as: Property…
‘Re-Capitalising The-Debt…’
‘The National-Bank(s): Public-Trading: State-Owned:…’ top share=price by share numbers…non-investigating non-investing proportion(s)/ rate(s):
‘Private-Bank(s) CEO Oligarchial-Presidential hands-on…’
‘Quasi-Tax-Free: Primary-Sovereign-Debt… ‘
N/n%: free-floating un-listed stock: n/N%:…
<Spent-Force! Credit-to-Business…
To: Federal-Government and State-Farm…
<To keep World-Trade going…
Credit-to Primar(y)-Trade…’
‘Secondary: Debit: War(s): …’ crunching-the-figures banked:
‘Co-Lateral horizon(s): Quantitive-Easing…’
‘Vertical-Austerity…’ only no-Customary-inventory: cooking the book(s): The rate(s) increased falsely soaring skyward ceased with: Public: Tax(es) AS: Tithe:
‘Tariff-Acting on Import-Export Trade(s)…
‘Ceasefire! Abroad: at Home-Contracts tied-in…’
‘Everywhere! Re-naging-Deals?’
‘Reigning: Political…’
‘A-broad: Fo’r-eign…’
From: The-Banker, tabled a printed-card handed over with writing seen:
The Rational Equitable
Economic. Effective. Efficient.
‘The Rational Equitable: Economic. Effective. Efficient…what about: Easy? By
incomprehensible debt-instrument systemic-difference in price(s)?’
‘Ir-rational!’
‘In: Equi-Table…’ not expecting a laugh.
‘IT turns-out…’ founded on un-founded wished-for facts re-guarding:
‘Social Government-Bank(s)…’
‘Big-Government:…’ anti-social privatised:
Food and Furniture Administration: out-sourced. Personal-Wealth: Health: Big-Pharma fed with sugars and saturated fatty acids anti-bacterial and anti-biotic psycho-active depressants’ high-fibre wholefood plant-based diet animal=feeding: toxic e-cholestral statin money heart-attack stroke shock-providers of public-education and advertising-health and care-providers’ suppliers throughout: the food and funding-chains not for-equitable not-for profit: in-equitable: in-equitable@
‘Residential and Commercial: Retail-Banking:’
‘World-Bank:’
‘In-Equitable: All-ways: Government(s): National Federal-reserves…ir-rational…’
‘Nuclear United-Nation(s)!’
‘Always!!For: The-People? Government? For your votes alone fixed-up…’
‘Like ex-change-rates’…’
‘Equity-spent…’
‘Paid-Out: Eaten…ALIVE! Big Royal-Banquet! May as well be Us! For Food?’
‘Dead…’
‘Em-Ported: Docked. No Ground-Plan…’
‘Home and Energy-Credit(s) controls…’ burning-out: A-head of Time: fractally de-pleting: fractional…
Mobile: Wi-Fi…re-connected…
‘No-Exit Plan…deadly…’
‘Ceasefire Con-ference: talking-Peace…’
‘Piece-of: The Action: To: Day: Stay. Put. Re-build(s) Holiday-Haven…’
‘Tourist-Industry: Economy: re-builds that never get paid-for: never-built…’
‘Landed: Rich-to Rich: Cash-Safe…a-Broad…’
‘Land-Value-Tax: Loan-Exchange Rate(s):…’
‘O-verboard: with: Mort-gage backed Securitye(s):…’
‘Re-issue Bonds or:…’
‘Re-possessed: Again! Too good to be True! Super: Sub-Prime!’
‘Now: Binary-Trading…’ betting…moment-to-moment on thin-air:
‘Moment-to-moment: High-frequency Trade(s): Optimisim: confident Triple-A loans…’
‘To nothing…’
‘Covered-up Fraud! Wrong! Deceit! Who to believe?’
‘The-Mortgage never gets paid-off…’
‘Conflict-Home(s). Residential(s):…’
‘Everyone pays their Home-Loans…’
‘Until they cannot…’
‘Afford It?’ Political-Correctness: Control: Chiefdoms’ Elite-Group: of: Citizens’ Labour and Loyalty…
‘Frozen-conflict state(s)…’
‘Need of…to maintain the interest…’
‘Homes crumble…eventually: Lives…used-up…’
‘Food…’
‘Energy: bills…coined: Premium re-payment:-In-vestment…’
‘Hero-to-Hero! Who Pays? Government? Us!’ dis-appears as easily as apparent abroad…
‘Into: Space! De-fault per-centages up to 151 re-payment amounts by the time…’
‘If…’ Now: Industrial-Commercial Default(s): un-reflected in the Bank(s) fixed credit-rating(s)…
’Top-100 to 2,000% point(s): to: Zero? Ha-ha never…’ inter-acting: artificiallevel: intel:
‘Not? Until…’ Income-verification@past: due notice to quit: The-Landlords Pit-Bull
Bear-Baiting Tiger-taming names as collateral-shot: by the same:…
‘But the Goods and Homes.’
‘Stocked and Shared: un-realistically high 149% rises in rates not paid-off…’
‘But the Home it-self emptied-goods given-away as waste and compost for re-cycling…’ home less-tented well-fare worth-less life-more:
‘Gamble-On!’
N/nnn…
<Taken-for: cash: Homes’ food and furniture and vehicular-transport all-voided…contract:…
Cashing-in…pre: un-bought loaned-first then to the second-hand market…
<Theirs take(N/n)?! P
Pushed into poverty!!
< P(e)t(i)tio(n)!
Forced-out and selling-up no-cover…
Nil. Zero-sum… rejected write-the-loan: sold-on long-gone bragging-Rights…cared(a)bout…
<No-Income: no-Job-of-Work:… adjustments for prices-rising swaps’ re-financing levelling-value…cash-out must-settle…going-into readies…
<Food. Petro-Chem?<
<Energetic: Sino-Pec…<
<Independently-going: British-Petroleum….
<Anglo-Dutch Shell. Lobbies: Presidential: Exxon Saudi-Arabian Libyan…<
<Bung-led…
<As good as Presidential-StateX: owned…<
<Sheik-en.com down…< prices as interest-rate(s): fixed by suppliers…
<Free! Solar! Wind-and-Wave! People-owned: food-Stocks? Goods? Services? Why-Not?: Money…itself! Post: Scarcity! Post-scarcity! PostUn-Employment!<
De-nial: dial turned-down: Nnnn…re-jecting the subject of the assertion:
<Only those protecting: Universal-Generalisation Globally…changing de-finition(s)…< re-fashioning changing modifying excluding specifity ob-jective: legal-ruling(s) separate-Powers: Free! Fair! Worker-agreement or not doesn<t matter be-cause…

Fixed-return from: raping-violence throttling de-hydration starvation…burning down the house:
‘Windy waters…little-turbulance in relating the long-range possibility of (U)to(pia):…’
‘Dys-topian from:to radical politics in the: here and now…’
‘Not-So! What matters’ is to keep the You-topian possibility open continuing technological progress…Me! topian! E-specially! Anthropocene. Home-Spacedevelopment: and in the meantime to support whatever policies and politics: in-the:
Real- World…’
‘Rational&Equitable…’ auto-pilot…
‘AI!’
‘Last-Refuge. PayDay: Loan(s)…’
‘Savings? In-vest-ment…’
‘What? Savings?’
‘In-vestnent? Debt:…’
‘De-fault…of Who?’
‘What? Of Money…’ small-producers of everything…’
‘Shirt(s) off their back(s)…Unite4Liberation!’
‘Cold-Gambling:’ addiction with life-existential dreadful: Thrill! Drill!
‘ThePoorest…’ chilled-coldest:
‘Children…’
‘The oldest then the youngest-starving…’ no-protection defence security…only for-
show:
‘Oldest-living-longer:…’
‘All Owned: Private-Ownership without money: specialist-Sweetener: Fattener!
Re-Licencing: The Honey-Pot: Public-Money! Gold! To Kill! Fought-over Noooo!’ tube-travelled through rock and air and Space inner&outer seen: solar satellite solar-sails&mined metal and plastic-glass:
‘Lunched: Dimed-Over!! Boom! Boom! and Bang! Again! Bang!! And Bust!
Again!’
’Cheap-Fooded…’
‘Then…’
‘None! Credit! Crunched!’ collapsed on everything…
‘Of course!’

The-Bank(s): Core-Corporation(s): Trans-Global-Unity: Global: BigBusiness…Private/Public-Investment: pensions investments savings…
‘Money-Bank backed: Business-Plot…’ ratings lists…calling-in…
‘The Tragedy of The-Common(s): Crash! Nnnnnnnnn…’
‘Capitalist Military-Industrial…Complex…Crash!’
‘Boom-Boom!’ economics: external(ties)…’
‘E-digital attempted suppression…’ of: In-vestigative-news…
‘The-Corporation(s)…’ publishing: their own…
‘Research and De-Velopment: of in-built obsolescence so-called improvements nothing!’
‘Media: Everyone!’
‘The-Banks)…re-Building-Society(ies)…’
‘Investment-Portfolio…’
‘Pens-ion: Portal…Home-Mortgage(s): to-Rent: nnn/NNN…Big-Bang! Nuclear!’

Grown too quickly Politician-StockbrokerInsurance-Belt…stretched too-far bound to snap!
Fat-Gown: Trouser(s) skinny-Shorts.
Fit-whinnying. To: Do-Business. To: not. Why Not? Sell-in Buy-up: scam bankrupt(as)sets sale staff-redundant machines tied to computers:
Factory and Office-Blocks become: Home-Works.
Big-Core: no-longer trusted networks complicated and confused as if onpurpose (although naturally anyway) ideaologically de-constructed industrial Kraft-Heinz delicious-World! Work(s): Off-line…
Security: on-line: open-season every-one, and no-one owned as customers debtors or creditors…
Agr-(i)-Cultural: Co(n)-struction: (I)(n)dus(t)rial: Com-merical: Re-tail: partners in crime and criminality: socially econ(o)mically comically (i)(n)-structed: on: unfairFairness: un-free freedom:
‘Freedom!’
‘All We want is: CHOICE! NOW! To-Be We!!’ choice(s) venging a re-venging: unsettling vengeance against: Other as-Self: corruption-fraud known-Lie(s): we lie to ourselves: as Sham-Dictatorship(s)’ Imperial-Presidential Oligarchial de-cree: Executive-Action…
Democratic-populist shimmying given-taken for granted. Never-denigrate gratuitously or ungraciously deal(s) can always be un-done: Outside of The Windows’ through:
‘Too-much: GREEDY! Un-caring want Some-thing for next-to-nothing: Take-It! All of Us! Thieves! Robbers! Bandits!’
‘All of Us!’
‘Some. Tricked! Held to: ransoming family health and care and ill-affording…’ ‘Protect and Survive!’ A-fraid of losing…again. Unfairly criminally and illegally… ‘Fixing the-Rate:(s)…’ like(s) immortal-machine: God(s):
‘Be-lieved. Re-lived: fiddling the-figure(s)…’ juggling-in-favour…as if they/we would not be found-out:
The-Fall€(n)O…or no-one…else: screen(ed.) ci(t)izen re-porter:
‘Ig-snore the true picture: made-up: too much to many over-valued commissionprice and: Bonus! Growth! reccomended on a friend(s): without collateral: to: back-up…’
‘Stories: In the Real World: Risk-assessor(s) down-grading…’
‘A-voiding…hiding? After-All they are in the same business…’
‘Information-Age: Money for mere-information…’
‘Digital: Inter-changeable…informative: Money Ex-change…’
‘Goods and Stocks and Services:…’
‘Food on the: Table. Even or never-near enough…’
‘Enough! Stop!’
Stopped:…
‘If We don’t Others will…’ continuing:
‘Trade-in: false-Truths? Perfect: Bru-tal Logic? Be-Live-Able?’
‘False-Trading! What Col-lateral?’
‘None!’
‘Except People’s Lives! Kill-Rates…’
‘Police? Army sent-in…’ Psycho? I-n-camera: secret parallel-accounting: helperKiller Cell(s): False-Positive(s)… heard-headphoned:
‘in-Corporate: Privatisation: Social-Responsibilities…’
‘Ha! Accidental-Default: en-forced-Rates’ in-crease(s):n/N…On-ly!’
‘Limited-Liability!’ psycho-Path: in-Corporate: Personhood in Government: man-ipulative lacking-em-pathy: Simply-focussed confusing as if deliberately willing-winning formulae re-peated pre-judicial charge-sheet arrest: United Trans-Mission Service(s):…
‘Inter-national Global-Trade.’ With or without collateral: geared-in:
‘The Actual-Stock(s) and Good(s) delivered to back them up…’
‘Servicing: A-People(s) uncertain-Lives…’
‘Certainty?’
‘Only: false-figures…’
‘They are all-False! ‘We’ Are!’
‘From the moment we are born…’
‘From before birth!’
‘Credit-De-bit: Crunch!ed! All of Us!’
‘Perhaps the-Price of Civilisation eh?’
‘Keep-ING moving…’
‘Dow-Jones:
‘Dogging…’
‘Same as I.T.’s ever been!’
‘Bringing in the-Harvest!’
‘Or not…’
Global-Failure! Local: Of The-Banking-System…
‘This-time…Private and Central-Banker’s City-Trader Scam! Big Bang! To –In-Vest!
Freely! The Government-Banks Federal-Exchequers’ Peoples’ in-teres(ts)…’
‘Whose? The-Peoples’?’
‘International Monetary Fund…’ whistled from account-to-account: fraud and laundering: hidden-stains washed-out:
‘World-Bank:’
‘WHO? United-Nation(s)? Domestic to Global-Productivity…barriers-battled
freeing dovetailing relatively peaceful worlds’… producing-Everything!’
‘Food and factoring logistics whole-sale…
‘Turf-War(s): trans-porting-Portal…’ retail…time-as-energy:
Logistic(s): Futur(I)Zon: selfieID-online profile: banking and medical appointment(s): building learning-machine(s):
‘Mobile-movable…’
‘Nuclear-Cell!’
‘Family-Home!’
‘Corp-o-rate: operating…system…working…’
‘Privately-owned and credited: Home-Bank! People! All of: US!’
‘Give Them Our-Money to Loan-back to Us!’
‘Loans-Wars now truly-Globalised…de-Regulation: Free-Trade:…’
‘Centralised: controlling: City-Trading: Companies…’
‘Business: In-Corporation(s): innovative…’ computer-telephone: Home-Office: Box Floor face-face dealing between: Brokers with pots of shares and cash…
‘Safe, Trad.(i)tional and conservative: Binary-Broker: Pro-duction Chain-of-Command (PCC):…’
‘High-frequency…short-term timed…’ by digital milli-second screened:
‘Jokes!’ Multi-National(s): Investment: Old-Time Firms and Big-Bank(s) directly (ent)(e)red-safe: black-made: un-safe: white:
‘The-Life of: The-Market: pre-post: scarcity passed-on: Price-Rise(s): On: Credit!’
‘Given…gone!’ list…bubbles-popped…
‘Saw Nothing like this! Triple, quadruple…many times over-rated…’
‘And with Selling-Commissioned-Bonus on Top of That!’
‘Paying Taxes? Who pays Taxes in their right-mind? Eh?’
‘Who can get away with I.T….’
‘Other-People’s money:…’
‘Be a: Big-Boss! The Biggest-Boss that ever Bossed the World around!’
C/credit on-line daily- amount:: automated-algorythm… dispensation di-scretion-agency dis-crediting: in-cretion protecting the causer-of-harm from the harm-caused: self:
‘Cash-Coin(s)!’
‘F-folding-Money!’
‘Credit-Machine(s)!’ they didn’t know what they were doing…re-investing on with-out insurance…
Re-insurance…
Any-One Can!
Buying and selling-on digital-information from computer-screens spread across the desks passed across to others who knew nothing…
‘No-One else does…take the risk…’
‘Except…unless…of-course…’
‘You’re The-Revenue? Police or Thief eh?’
‘Both. Maybe? Selling to the developing-Worlds’ corruption and scandal as
Ours’… ’
‘Gimme what you’ve got…’
‘How can I make a living?’ paranoid-police bribe…for special Protection-Racket?
‘Eh?’
‘For my family, for myself?’
‘Extra-pay, eh? Paid: so badly be-fore? Army. Generals and Politicians for: n-years
elected to: The-LifePresident…until…
Anyway or not all…
‘Business-As-Usual. All in this Together…’
Missile and missile-defence sold-O-ffensively as-if: protecting…Defensive:
‘Us and Them…’
‘Never had the chance to say:’
‘No!’
‘Yes?’
‘Cheated, lied and corrupt tricked as of the people…’
‘Foreign?’
‘Off-Shore.’
‘Convenience-Stored?’
‘Always: You?’
‘The-Police?’
‘Pay-The-Police?’
‘The In-Land Revenue?’
‘People. Out-Land?’
‘I don’t owe…owed…re-investment…with The-People’s future(s)…’
‘Life-In-surance?’
Ass-YR-ance certainly: Bank’s Pensions Social-Security Welfare-(In)surance: on the next generations:
Now! Corruption and Fraud…schools and hospitals never get built, or filled. Filed: infra-structure…land-deal…
‘Who: Pay(s)? Bail-Out?’
‘Who doesn’t have-to: eh?’
‘Who-cannot can…’
Taxpayers Privatised…Government…Corporate-Civil Capita-PLC: Bonded-Contract(s):…
Tax-Free-(e)lection

Sham-poll Democracy: Security-Weapon(s): Defence and Assault:
On: Economic and
National Security-concerns…
‘Analysis-to: know who-to-say: no-to…who: to-say yes…too. Secret-sacred:…‘
‘Secured…’
‘Sold.’
‘Off.’
‘Family-silver and gold…’
‘What’s…Who’s to die-by?’
‘When?’
‘Use-less. 3rd-Party Inspection…X-tra-cash…’ perspicacity…
‘All Over The World…’ scared-stochastic! Scholastic! Proven!:
‘Un-believable!’
‘Never take a Risk! Why?’
‘To make more than enough?’
‘Live or Die?’

Risk…Weapons of mass-destruction…any…destruct:
EverOne:n/N or
N/n self-Value Worth and Winning(s)nnn…
Referenda-endlessly for permanent-power non-democratic cheating known-about until
President-King Queenly Prime-Minister(s) to any One: N/n…N/nnn…
‘You. Get-to-pull…’
‘Stunts?’
‘Take a beating. That is how They do IT! No-Risk. Only 0ther’s…’
‘Un-believable! T-Reign4Lif(v)es!’
‘In!’
‘All IT IS! Then: Bang! Big! Bonanaza!!’ jumping fore-ward then backwards as if shot…both now in the knowledge assumed of the other:
‘Rogue-Citizen?’
Pay-up or Banged-up! Beaten-up!
‘Good-Citizen? Police-or-Thief?’
‘Global-Citizen? Army? So?’ Both now assumingly knowingly unknowingly yet
simply pictorially- imagining that morning, the scene as unchanged from the night
before.
The-same@ ID-ent(i)cal: for-All: now as far as either of them or anyone on: The Train.
There, or anywhere-else knew of: as of dealings of commerce and business, small, medium and large as that evening previously ceased. Then, as now inside TheCity: Stock-Market(s) building heavy-teakwood-mahogany doors tightly-closed hermetically-sealed a normally fluorescent glow inside turned-off except for a single computer-board screening presence there remaining b-linking:
‘Markets Closed.’

• The Children.
‘It’s like living in a rabbit hutch’ She often said metaphorically and He replied with a shrug. Nothing to say in reply. It was; and it would take long enough to pay for. Eight-floors up. Looking over the street below, now starting to become busy with traffic. They had lived with his parents for a time, and then after they were married in a small rented flat in The City, before they needed to afford somewhere to live together, and to bring-up their two small children. They had both saved, and with some financial help from a relative (deceased) they had managed to get this place. When the housing market was ‘buoyant’ and home loan Home-Buyer’s mortgages easy to get if you were in work. The home was bought with a loan, a promissory note, deposited and co-lateraled together with the home itself. They were afloat.
Both worked to pay-off the loan, which although it was supposed to reduce each year, did not seem ever to keep up with prices and pay. The loan would anyway be paid-off, many times over, if they were ever to pay off the debt. If this place was ever to become their own. If they managed to keep paying-off with interest for ‘the shelter from the storm’, as they called it, from everyday life.
A life or home that they did not now own, and may not ever actually own, if foreclosed to sell-back at Market Price the difference between the selling and originally bought price along with the interest paid, they would have lost to The Mortgage Company crediting Bank as landlord and financial overlord. No recourse, and be homeless. On The Street. Refugees. Like wartime. Leave the home. Return to parents, and over-crowding as before or with friends similarly fixed. Their home, such as it was theirs, re-possessed. Their home repossessed; their lives dispossessed.
Their-Home: a two-bedroom cabin apartment She thought of: kitchen-lounge, bathroom and toilet, and tiny balcony between them, and the sky above, and onto the world below. Each day, each month, and each successive year into the unthinkable future; no-deposit but interest-only nearly two-thirds every month of what they both earned. She did the household accounts, and She knew. Of every week, every month, every year, every decade…two thirds of two lifetimes…the Loan would have been paid for several times over by the time and if ever it became theirs or The Children’s; and perhaps even their Grandchildren’s…paid-for with extortionate charges and zero-security…but that is the nature of the human animal, is it not? To do over; and be done over again and again? She thought: wanting more and more for less and less and prepared to do anything for it. Break the rules…even murder, in effect? A walking nightmare, as if a daydream of violent retribution or suicidal; and in the quiet mind wandering moment of pillared door, a room, a table, a bed let go and a bed sheet left behind ready to be buried with as they did in the olden times, shrouded as now by window curtains thinly pulled-back.
Each worked to pay-off the loan on the house, and to pay for food and bills and extras, clothes, and nights out, occasionally. Maybe once a month, or not at all. Then He had been laid-off work at The Bakery: three-day-week, and three days’ wages. The mortgage was renegotiated, and they continued struggling to pay-off the loan and other loans, credited and debited from what they both earned together for the basics of life. There was never an issue of who should earn more and be the main-breadwinner, and who would do the most caring of each other and the children: the unpaid responsibilities shared around The ‘House’; and then: The Civil World-War of Work and Good-Times: with Other Friends and Family out-there, in-here, madly-made do.
They were equal, without even having to think about it or confront societies’ and other’s false expectations of gender and family. They were equal, and supported each other’s frail and fragile egos with a natural equanimity. Respectful, and loving, each contributing their best and differently according to their means, to make the whole: It’s not all doom and gloom She did often think, and He tried not to think on it. The homely claustrophobia only had to be relieved by going out. To the Cinema, to a Bar or Restaurant. But that was not very often. Now there were children as well. Seldom did extras make their mark. Clothes bought carefully a piece at a time replacement rather than extravagance. The cupboards filled with groceries, and emptied by the time the next weeks shopping (recipes for the week… mental-list…needed, and the next weeks earnings spent…)
She was awake first this morning, and She got up from the bed on which He still lay awake but not yet awake enough to leave its night-time warmth. She went through to the next room. The bedroom led across the narrow passage to the living room which led directly to the tiny gallery kitchen and balcony on one side and the door to the front room on the other. Except it wasn’t the front-room, exactly; the ‘front-room’ of her childhood; playing on the street and door directly to the matted rugged smell of cooking from the stone wall white-washed country kitchen upstairs one room on the gallery landing for the grand-parents to retire early in the evening, the loft room alongside the attic hay-store grain store. Foods prepared early next day for daily breads baked and dryfeed for the yard chicks and chickens and field stock, milk and meat and warm- clothing made and mended at home.
Along The River Lands fish. An outside closet-room to flush away into the ground to fertilise with a zinc-metal bucket of water into the slurry sump She thought where you could hear it ‘slurry’ all the way down; and then to wash-out and replace from the outside tap pumped-up from the well re-filling the bucket and the decorated fired china clay bowl for washing, ready for the next use. At bedtime children first, then the adults.
Bagged bog-hare and rabid-rabbit rabid sickly and sick. Health problems and insecurity of work and market demands or with-work under-paid pay or under-staffed hard labour then without work only the rats and mice nested runs beetles and cockroach kept away by the epi-genetically domesticated cats and dogs that no-one owned, foxes and vixens. All fed and looked-after, ate, fed-on, and eaten like goat and chicken, for life, or not: as a last re-sort; and there were horses at the local stables, to ride at week-ends and holidays. Each month by cart, then by car or truck into The Market Town for food supplies and treats for The Children with whatever they had to sell, and buy.
Their Whole World: a living market place of work and play, and sell and pay like a circle, or cycle, or exciting un-predictable, circus, of never-ending life. Now great enclosed superstores and supermarkets and factory outlet warehouse parked. Where goods are now transported She thought of: to and from, by railway train and motor vehicle, by great tanker lorries and container freight ship and aircraft to and from The Docks at The City Harbour hub and Airport humming near distantly away, remotely yet directing everyday life everywhere.
With freight-cargo for the factory workshops and retail markets and passengers for business or mostly since this no longer required face-face contact anymore, or at least this now through the multiple screens established around workplaces and homes. Holidaymakers and Traveller-Tourist Hotel(s). With the affordable flight to get away from it all: necessary, a change, a necessary move, once in a while, not every year but to visit family here and there and elsewhere, or else you’d go stir-crazy; do a night-time flit, leave the rent, the mortgage, unpaid. Only to keep on fighting another day, for the bargain, cheapest within budget, to get through the next day; and the day after that. When debts and fines could not be paid, the debt collector, bailiffs, the selling off of the personal possessions, and then the person…the lap-top personal-computer on sleep and awakened placed on the table booted-up and She blogged instantaneously her thoughts:
‘We all need a roof over our heads and put food on the table! How?!’
Without any other word or contextual continuity that did not remain obvious or evitable to this early morning. Everyone, and anyone in the same and similar circumstances…getting the hastily tapped-out message twittering snap chatted briefly and her thought continued in the context of the mindful moment and that which we all have to pay extortionately for over and again even when the food is eaten and the crap washed away there remains a nasty stain, a nasty taste. The original wages sweated over, wasted away, and the loans ever in negative equity! To who? Them! Looking up, and down again now, not in dejection, but circumspection against ever apparent possible failure, with optimism, with perfectibility warning, waning. Below the window, only mechanised traffic building-up, soon into a busy rush-hour congestion. Cars and buses, bicycles, motorbike and motorised delivery truck from here, and there only another view of the same. From two-sides; and every all sides…the bedrooms along the passage corridor, the sleeping children slept.
Earlier peeked into soundless in beautiful dream or dreamless seeming startling worrying death of self, and other…checked for breathing. Crossing from night into daytime TV, remotely automatically turned on confirmation that Life goes on.
The Living-Room: as She entered bore all the chatter and the silence of one who listens, still and safe, cosy and secure. The other rooms took over the emotions and needs: sleep and food, love, and arguments. The central room, the central chamber looked on and awaited eventual almost inevitable, but never certain, or taken for granted, reconciliation and rest. Indulged in social events, noisy chatter and quiet evenings indoors:
‘You have to Work at it Everyday…’ She heard her Mother saying, about marriage, children, and life in general. The furniture was adequate and filled the room. Table, chairs, television, a draw and shelved cabinet standing against a wall, displaying various icons. Family photographs in frames: a portrait of a famous film star, or a print of an oil painting, ornaments, statuettes, figures of worship and of novelty. The furniture the infrastructure, from the livelihoods, and eventually: ‘The Roof 0ver Our Heads…’ ‘In over our heads…’ heard as originally spoken.
There were opened envelopes and cajoling leaflet advertisement Kill your debts! Die debts! She saw and thought of the remarkable coincidence between her vision, and thoughts. Letters and bills for payment, propped up behind a ticking clock. There was a picture postcard from someone-else’s holiday, forming a picturesque frontage to hide the stack of demands for reply and payment which lay beyond.
She drew back the curtains and looked out of the window across the balcony, with its un-flowering plants growing in flower-pots. It was still misty outside from the early morning warming; and She gazed over an area where many lived and it seemed to her, this morning, where they too lived out their lives day to day, week to week. They too thought to themselves as She looked-out onto the dawn of a gradually opening new day that the world must have always been this way.
Soon the television was blaring as usual in the morning, in the main room that was empty again for the moment, and beyond where She was now dressing hurriedly, and He was brushing his hair frantically. There was the noise of children getting washed and dressed, with incessant commentary and conversation to each other, and any other, or just to themselves. To each other as a one-way argument older to younger, incited over some triviality, shouted back in frustration. At that point the only-game-in-town and to be fought-out until one of them is crying, and the other shouting-the-odds; before calm br-ings even loving fun again at least while they all got ready for work, school and pre-school-nursery. The sound of the kettle screaming on the kitchen cooker and television advertisements conveying to deaf ears, and blind eyes, but perhaps receptive memory:
‘The Best in the World’,
or:
‘Longer-lasting’, or whatever the dubious selling point perhaps to be unconsciously recalled later that day at the supermarket. At present they seemed to be of no avail. Both rushed to get the children to school, and themselves out to work. To earn the pay that would pay the prices at the supermarket later that day: ‘Where is my shirt?’ He called:
‘Where you last put it!’
She retorted. As She entered the living room She found Her shoes under a chair, and stopped in front of the television. The networked advertisements ended, and the programme-ramming returned to the main story of the day:
‘Today there is no money to pay share dividends, or to buy shares with…’ She flicked up a channel and got texted:
Individual and group share prices have collapsed or become so high that they have become worthless. Confidence has collapsed. Debt undiminished price increases have been blamed, increases in pay and pensions have been blamed. Increases in interest-rates and profit-levels have all been blamed.
Each of these has pushed share prices ever upwards. As share prices and shop prices overtake the customer’s ability to pay, and the ability to pay pushes prices-up profit margins recaptured by increases in interest rates on banking and other loans, these have pushed share prices up even further…’

Her view passed across the TV screen: to locked factory-gates, ports and land borders closed to traffic or trade. It did not seem too bad, or even unusual: the television experts and announcers liked to make a big deal out of anything She thought: it was their jobs after all.
The pictures shifted To-City Office Buildings…that only a few people were being allowed into and then closed-doors security to The squares and circus’s around Town and CityCentres all over The Globe all The-Streets and roads and highways leading there…the TV reporter turned away from the camera, and let the scene somewhere else could be anywhere speak for itself. On the kitchen-radio reports followed:

‘From The Stock-Markets around The World: London; New-York NASDAQ; Tokyo Nikkei and North Korea-Seoul Taiwan-Taipei; Sydney, Australian Securities Exchange.
HSBC Shanghai Hong-Kong Shenzhen, Hang-Seng; Malay Singapore Indonesian. Bangkok, Delhi, Bombay and Saudi and Egyptian Stock Exchanges. RTS Moscow. Nairobi, SIX-Swiss; Euro-NXT: Frankfurt Deutsch-Borse, BME-Spanish French Bourse.
Cape Town and The Kenyan and Nigerian Stock Exchanges. London OMX-Nordic, and then TMX-Canada Stock Exchange: New York Wall Street and Rio again; BM&F Bovespa Sao-Paulo Buenos Aires Lima. JSE Securities and Investment-Banks, Savings Insurance and Pensions…Government-sponsored Private-Public Business and Industry.
Secretive shared-information would reveal… Nation-Builder(s): Urban-Land Institute(d).
Real-Estate New-Century Accredited Un-Prudential Appraisal Country-Wide Quest. Citi-Bank Northern-Rock Solid? Not. Freedom-Options Nova-Star or E*Trade
NetBank! Mutual Sun-Trust MortgageIT! Luminent-Aegis! Green-Point Velocity-Agency
Commercial ReMae resume… IndyMac…
‘HSBC Royal-Scot…’
‘Bearns to Wachovia…’
‘LandsBanki- to: Ice-Land…’ as She went to look for tea-bags He got the cups out and put some bread under the grill to toast. As the cups were emptied and The Front Balcony Door: was opened to go out: The Stock-Market Reports were interrupted by the radio-announcer:
We have heard in the last few minutes that The International Conference of the Leaders of Governments and World-Banks meeting in Geneva are to make statements at midday mean-time on the current state of financial affairs across the globe. The Economic Crisis’ around the world…
They stopped and looked at each other as they heard the announcement:
‘What will they come up with this time I wonder..? She asked, aloud to him and to The Radio Speaker now dis-appeared off and as She went to the bathroom door:
‘Come on you two! ’ to The-Children, and to him in the same breath:
‘What time are you finishing today?’
‘On-Lates’ his reply; with a shrug, noticed, as She said:
‘I’ll have to clock off early then’, (and She thought, another opportunity to sack me for not doing overtime, but if school finishes before work what are we supposed to do?).
‘I’m taking them in, anyway ..!’ He called.
‘I know!’, She replied, ‘… we will have to go to The Super-Market tonight’ added knowingly a reluctant imperative when it came to it:
‘Or tomorrow anyway…’ as She kissed him on the lips, quickly, tantalisingly, knowingly these weekly and often daily shopping trips for basics, food and water with a shelter over their heads, is what they did all this for? Along with the mortgage-as-rent and love of their family and children smiling He went out of the door, and onto the communal balcony and hallway:
‘Another Financial-Crisis!’ He called out, with more than a note of sarcasm, which did not need any reply, other than a disinterested:
‘Is there?’ She went back inside the living room, and went to turn the television off, as the announcement of the impending declaration from Government-Leaders and World-Banks was being repeated:
‘Won’t make any difference..!’ She shouted, over the noise of The-Television: ‘…never does!’
As-She de-parted: The-Family-Home: soon-afterwards…

• Your Debts? Bet?
She worked nights, evenings, day shifts. This week it was the late-day shift; or the day late! as some liked to call it. From the ambulance station She arrived at and clocked-on. From where She drove the ambulance, maintenance engineering and assisted at incidents as the First Aider but not as a so-called SuperMedic like some of the other crews had and She was training now towards:
‘Be careful, today’ He had said to her ‘I love you’, and She had replied ’ditto.’ accident and emergency crew, trained up in skills and procedures, assessment of injuries, life or death sometimes. Observing vital signs…moving patients safely, onto stretcher or aided walking, checking for any changes. To report to The Qualified Clinician and taking relevant-information, from carers, and others at the scene administering First-Aid and supportive emergency medical procedures, transporting people to and from hospital, accident and emergency, the elderly and frail to The-Hospital for check-ups and appointments.
It could be anything: road accident, multiple severe injuries, or just a scratch.
Taking notes for the medics, and the insurance, and police, if there had been A Criminal Act. They would be on the scene-of-the-crime. Alleged. Or the Fire-Service if there had been a fire, or if someone needed cutting out of a car. Rescuing from a roof. You name it. Anything, and everything could happen, and did. Never a dull moment. A good job, a great job, She enjoyed and was paid, well, reasonably well. Not poor. Definitely not rich! More poor it seemed daily recently, what with rising prices…could be a pedestrian, or housebound, head wound, heart attack, to a broken toe-bone.
A busy Shopping-Centre or:L on: A Country Lane…
Sick-baby and worried-parent. Or elderly infirm, worried well, or unconcerned brawler wanting to carry the wound back into the bar, to show-off, not realising how much blood was being lost.
That’s when you needed back-up. Sometimes a suicide. Under a train, not much you could do them, bag them up and the undertakers take them away, to the morgue. Maybe later just find out the official-cause-of-death: ‘crushed’ or ‘shattered body’ and ‘body parts…’ in the jargon. May have been pushed? On the roof, threatening to jump…
‘Go on then!’ you always feel like saying:
‘If you’re going to! I’ve got children to collect from school!’ Before thinking about the possibly seriously painful mess to clear up. For the public, family, not the suicide. Maybe they would kill someone else rather than themselves. Make a public show turn the hurt on themselves, or to be carted off and made safe in prison and their own death eventually…
Once The Bouncy Castle (as they called The Safety-Sack) set up against the wall, and the suicide gets bored and tired and decides to walk the stairs.
Could be someone fallen down stairs. Beaten-up in their own home.
Domestic-violence, denying, screaming the odds. Unruly, intractable, recalcitrant, not well-behaved. Not well-mannered. Not biddable, broken-bones, not funny. It would all be reported, had to be. To the Social Care Agency, The Housing Project, The Police. They would press criminal charges, if necessary. Must do, ought to. Some of the things you see….child-abuse…self and others…
We pitch-up and patch-up and tell their story as well as our own: witness.
Sometimes threatened as well. You had to stand your ground. Emergency bluelight, siren wailing. Steering in and out of that traffic, that never seemed to thin out, or even give way sometimes.
Still, that was The-Job.
Worth hanging onto. Going on to take the medic and paramedic exams in our own time; evenings and weekends, and bringing-up the children! Check out the vehicle, like it is a patient; stocked with bandages, medical and life-support equipment. Ventilator and defibrillator, stored properly and in good working order. Communication equipment, to the control-room…where She had started-out. Learning how to differentiate one emergency from another.
Over mobile radio-T.V. Video-link, inside and out the vehicle, and The patients! They would joke…heckling themselves in their shared pain and need to overcome to relieve this agony of another, to help to heal.
Checking mileage, speed, safety, on the road, and in situ…clean. New documentation: date, time report charts, name… address if known, distinguishing features…
Check the fuel and oil and water, start up, at the start, and end of each shift…
The I-Driving-Licence: of course, e-driving and passenger public service classification different gross weights and bearing gear shifts and light and heavy goods for the larger vehicles used-in:
Public-Event*(s): now, though, the regular chat, only if there was time…when She got in this morning-shift the morning newspaper, with the Lotto numbers and television and radio pages: this job you could make more than a TV drama any day of the week.
Fiction as Drama: She liked a murder, thriller; or a biography. Not many of them write their own do they? She thought to HerSelf.
What next? I know: Nothing! or The rest of my life I haven’t lived yet! The accident and emergency department and hospital wings were as quiet as usual first thing in the morning: there’s always time for things to change…

She thought…in my life: time: job: rest: enter-tain-ment: sleep: a-wakening(s):
‘It always gets busy as soon as I think it’s going to be a quiet day!’ She called to a colleague, and thought to herself: turn around and something happens, then it all starts happening! You hardly have time to think until the shift is ended, and no overtime-pay!:
‘When did I last finish on the dot, the bell?’ She asked herself rhetorically outloud to the others re-peat-(ed):
‘When did I last finish on the dot, the bell!!?’ answering herself in response with a thoughtful but blank thought:
‘Never!’ they all chanted as if they had does this routine before.
Waiting for the first call. That’s when it always happened. Commuters driving from home, to work. A van, or lorry, at work, driven recklessly. Someone in a car crash. On the way to work, domestic, accident, or not. On their way to early-morning deliveries. Or to a job…not anyone’s fault that they are late for but they blame everyone and put their own as well as everyone else’s life at risk…as if they are the only ones on: The-Road:
‘So. Who does not have an appointment to reach?!@ With fate, and a social duty ahead? Slow Down! You are not the only one! Think Safety!’ The imperative to get –to and to-keep working too-ridiculous, ridiculous times 0-set time-frames, shift(s)…
So. She could Feed Self and Family; and others could be fed, and keep: to: stay(a)live…
Referrals from All-Night Doctors; there was always work waiting anyway. No later than sooner, the first call of the day: the drunks and addicts and Home more-or-less…
Who slipped-in and slept in the waiting rooms during the night-shift and had to be moved-on; for the EarlyDay shift to start. It was not any different today no day ever the same…
Although the last callout had been a disturbance. Some missiles thrown, and one person injured, the police were on the scene. When the ambulance crew arrived, the crowd had been moved away the nightshift Ambulance-crew told them all about it when they got back: The Bank had not opened. A queue, a line had formed outside many metres long and wide, a crowd really. Of staff locked-out, and angry, upset, worried, scared, lackadaisical customers, with people trying to get wages and savings out The Bank was:
Closed until further notice…

There had been a scuffle between two of the waiting customers over an unpaid unwritten loan, and eventually, after others had got embroiled, two or three lay injured.
Someone, bystander, onlooker, passer-by had called an ambulance. Several onlookers came up to them, as they went to see to the injured customer, or patient-to-be; and the crowd, realising The Bank was not likely to open had dispersed to await the further news. To see if The Bank might open that afternoon.
She was on next call but was not needed. The injuries were only slight, but the scene was ominous, an omen it seemed for the day. If any real disaster did strike She often thought only enough bandages and fuel for the ambulance for a few days, and only if that is rationed from The Start.
Only enough food at home, the same. The closer to the monthly Big Shop time, the less there was at home. Nothing-left-in-the house’(as they called it: the apartment really…nothing left, at home!) Not stocked up recently, and can hardly afford to go more than for a few days at a time. Sometimes, only one day at a time, for bread and milk, without replenishing need, and staple-goods…basics, nevermind the ordinary luxuries…
Everyone was talking about the crash of The Stock-Markets and the announcement expected at midday:
‘We’ll have to go to The Super-Market tonight!’ She had called after him as He had left and left a voice-message and text; and He collecting the children later, or She? With certain familial protective panic immediate: after her first shift was done without overtime She would be on second shift later in the day hand-over to the evening-nightshift split-shifts it would have to be:
‘U going2Work or The-Rally, now? Midday?’
‘Finished-by…’
‘You collecting The Children!?’
Suddenly, everything seemed more uncertain. And She really did start to wonder, what this day would bring:
‘Open for The Day’ notice pinned on the school-gate He re-passed on the way to work and now brought back to mind: thank goodness…had been His immediate response.
Although there were mutterings and mumblings about whether: The Teachers and Nursery-Nurses would actually see their pay and pensions this month. How long The Parents would be able to keep on paying through taxation: for: The Basic Education: never mind the Ex-tra-i-ning-trips and activities equipment for this and that…at least: He texted her:
The School was open, and The Children did not need collecting until She finished her first-shift and He finished his at The Bakery later that Day: after The Rally. Early evening so that She could return to the Ambulance Station and She start Her second split-shift…
While He/She took on The Children again:
‘Don’t forget: The After-School Club!’ The Older-One had called after him,
‘I Will Tell Your Mother!’ He called-back,
‘OK!’
‘Half-day today?’ The-School-Teacher joked, and laughing together,
‘No-Chance!’
‘Litigated-Compensation…’ attacking fraud as corruption:
‘Bollocks!’
‘Ballot!’
‘Quantitive-Easing…’
‘Austerity! Bail-Out! Publicly-funded …’ making for:
‘Again! Corporate-Taxes4?’
‘Corporate-Crisis: CEO-Dictatorial…’
‘For Home: investment-in from working-employment: from overseas: Oceans and rivers-running clean…’
Headline-facts only no-opinion…but that behind-closed-doors:
‘non-Democracyies’ Re-Pre(S)sentative(s) locked-in a room…hostages…’
‘To fortunes to be made and lost this Midday…’
‘Re-Legion Democratic un-doing…’
of Aged-Leaders and deputy-Sons’ and daughters’ disputed right: accused arrested im-prisoned dis-appeared…
‘Civic-Corporate. Political House-Arrest: Farm-Land: communing-taken…’
‘Without-compensation…’
‘Factories and warehouses bust-again…’
‘Sold-off to Political-Oligarchs All Land(s) to be Taken at some…’
‘Staging-Post!’
‘Corporate-Government: for:’
‘Border. Trade-for-All!’
confessed of new Sports-Facility kick-backs taken …
‘Trade-Posts and AirLine-SpaceCraft: even: now:…’
‘Fallen. ’
‘De-livering…dealing…buying and selling…re-de-livering…’
‘As the accused accusing…’
‘Blame(ing): Stronger-Forces…’
‘weaker-Variable(s)…’
Pipelined disputed: Halted. For-now…
‘Started: Between All of U(S). In-vested-in…controlled.’
Anoymous: a de-nnouncement: announced on Social-Media… to share-stories
Home-Owning Democracy.
Social-Consumers’ Dictatorship(s): all monitored for truth and decency: indignation the same-now
Zero’d’ Energy-Fields…built…almost…
‘Transport infra-structure built…modernised for:…’
‘Cut!’
‘Taxes!’
‘No! Can’y pay won’t pay…’
‘Services re-Building…’
‘The-Vision:…’

The-City: Option(s):…
‘Full-Employment…’
<Capital-City:…flight-to:
‘Claim-Control…’
‘Wealth and Social-care? Education?’
‘Health? Homes?’
‘Hotels…’
‘Market-Places…’
‘Once. Blown-up! Brought-down…’ Explosive: Armistice; Armaments mining brutal new raw-materials and manu-factoring plant(s) occupied: taken: bombed-out:
Oil-platform and market-re-finery: clean: Water-wells’: fighting and peaceful remonstration between sibling’s squabbling…screened:
Green-wash…muddling-through management-speaker-energy hy-genic clean-water:
‘For: People! Food and Health. Space: to-move gypsy-like Refugees…’
‘T0: The-City(ies)! You only have to look there:…Who spends most? Who makes the most Servile-Serf or Murderous-Rapist prostituting Robber-Baron! Re-Publican: Democratic: Presidential-Monarchial…
Guillotined. Shot hung out to dry. Shackled hand and foot in Communal Slave CitizenCabin:
‘Debtor: Proxy-Prison…’
‘Death-Penalty! Civil-War!’
‘Not goin’ to Prison just because Taxi-Driver(s) and Bus-Driver(s) and …’ ‘Ambulance-Chasing…Genetic-Lottery…’
Brewing-Bakery born…It’s in the yeast.
Mouldy sour-dough: Food-rations Weapon(s)-Factor(ies)y: Market(s) Place(s):
given: blown-up!:
‘Bigger-Picture?’
‘Sometimes there is a collision!’
‘Between a bullet and a human-being? To: Bomb a Building with People inside? A
Culture-Crash!’
‘Religion crashed! No-Answers anymore…’
‘Except faith…’
‘Genocide.’
Controlling the Numbers…lost their pensions insurances not-assured lost-for good…

No Home, Food-Bank: starved living in the trailer or a tent not in the campsite or the trailer park, but surviving Survivalists…
In The Woods…
‘Re-Legion! And they’re coming to get You!’ You…Us…We? Armed…’ and loaded legged-it…shit for-brains though:
‘Too busy surviving…mushrooms! People! For-Food! Cannibals! No-brains at
all…’
‘Keep-Them in the dark and feed them shit.’
‘The God(s) of Money!’
‘Global-Business.’
‘Them We Need.’ like a hole-in-the-head…
‘The-Goods…’
‘Stocks and Shares…’
‘Cost-Pricing…’
‘Food-stuffs…’
‘Quantity: The Homes…’
‘In The First Place…’
‘Off-Grid.’
‘Clever: Home(s) and Foodstuffs: Welfare that is what The People want…’
‘Well Fair! Is what We Want! Shared…’
‘WarFare4!’
‘WarFair4!’
badly-enough! Quality and Quantity: Social-Right(s): useful-employment…
‘UN-shared: Then you can have your-Responsibilities…’
‘Duties of Care…’
‘Health and Happiness!’
‘Dream-On! Rights and Responsibilities…’

‘So, where’s Yours? The Media: The Votes…the-Markets…value for Money…paid-
for elections…whose? Ours or Theirs?’
‘Politician-Lawyer?’
‘Ours. Government. Social-Insurance pensionable self-reliance limited Safety-
Net…’
Taxes sub-sidising
Charitable-claused:
Institution(s):
‘Exempt…schools’’ re-move any prohibition arranging for functions to be carried out by a body whose activities are carried-for sheer financial-profit…
‘Bank(s). Not-for profit: Donor-Fund Government-Bailout! Again! Pay Your
Taxes get tghem spent for us! Government-Banking: Political:Corporate-Civic…’
‘Re-form!’
‘Long-Live The President King/Queen Royal-Religionist(s)!!!’
‘Over! Back to the Shrine! Back to The-Streets!’
‘Fighting for Human-Rights!’
‘Against Extremis(s) few…’
‘Everywhere-in-Power?’
‘Pseudo-Principles…’
‘Fighting4Peace!’
‘WarFair4Responsibilit(y)ies!
‘Banks? Corporations?’
‘Government?’
‘Media-Corporations…’
‘People.’
‘To get voted-in…’
‘As Liars! Deceit on the People!!!’ sowing-confusion…
‘Reaping the Rewards…’
‘Ill-earned impossible to give-up…’
‘Unless taken?’
‘Naturally! Today! Absolutely-All! Even: less-Democratic…’
‘Simply More-than and Less-than!’
‘But Own IT ALL ANYWAY!!’
‘If at All…vote(s): count…’
‘N/nnnn…The: Never-Ending: Auction-Race…racing-auction…’
‘Gambling with-lives…’
‘To the Top. IT goes…’
‘Highest-bidder…what’s wrong with that?’
‘Lowest common-denominator…’
‘People-taxes…’
‘Poll-Tax Richest get more votes?’
‘Exchange and Interest -ates dropped…’
‘Criminal! Unexplained Wealth Order…’
‘Ordered. Private-Equity Business-Interruption-Loan(s)…Pebbles…’
‘Collateral-confidence. Optimism spreads like…’ ‘WildFires…’
‘Wasting-Burning energy-money…clean…’
‘Watering-down’
‘Home fires…’
‘Fire-sales…’
Airlines&Airports…
Man(u)factoring Re-Tailing Hospitality
Royal&Zoolog(i)Cal’s corrupted by-wealth:
Energy&Water:
‘Selling Climate…’
‘Changing…’
‘Better!’
‘Worse!!!’
‘Spending…’
‘Buy-in cheap selling-higher is all IT is.’
‘On-Auto…’
Private-Equit(y)ies Hedges and Short-Future(s) over-the-fence banked and un-taxed low-tax no-tax dividends loaded-debt interest-payments for deal-breaker investment-grade
Sovereign-Wealth Funds grouped between (I)nsurance&(P)ension overseas port-folio:
Sign(aI)(i)ficant material-contribution:
‘Burning-off the opposition: Confidence-Promising…’
‘The Bearer…’
‘Pall-Bearer…’
‘Giving to Get (G2G)…’
‘Lending-Investment for Dividend:Big-Bonus Bail-out!’
‘Joking the Biggest Richest Collateral Share-Holder(s) buy-back voting by-buying
and selling-(V)irtually:’
‘Transparenc(y)ies and all subsequent annual-accounts…’
‘Staff and Property costs…’
‘Guaranteed-Loans by Collateral…’
‘If not re-paid re-taken…’
‘Taken-back accumulations take-overs of individuals and corporate possession(s) as in wartime…’
‘Taken-over…’
‘Re-Nationalised from Private-Profit to Public…’
‘Re-muneration consideration taken at the highest level of pay-out…’
‘Paid-from dividends not salaries paying less-tax less-to the public purse for infrastructure…’
‘Health and Transport…’
‘T(es)(LA)rading-CO.’
‘Hal(y)CON. Chance…’
‘Ceas(ed.).’
‘Food fake-sales…’
‘Lickin’ Good Coffee.’
‘Bought low-tactics Sold-Off Ass(ETS(i)) B(i)(t)(s) financial support measures cease-to-be a-going con-cern growing exponentially con(f)(i)(d)ent(s) of ‘pulling-thru’’
‘De-pendent on a stock of dubious contemporary artworks mayaswell be wok€s offshore family trusts in the middle far and near-east…inBested Western.’
‘Di-solving split-assets leaving unpaid tax-bill(s): un(dis)closed loans. Debts into the future lived-on for more-credit and sales…’
‘Plastic-(E)mm(i)s(i)ons…’
‘Pay-the-Fine & Business-as-Usual.’
‘Committed.’
‘Quality?’ dis-cretion:
‘Bonus?’ the highest most-secretive to the extent of lying once having-to continue…
‘Long-Term Incentive Plan (LTIP) tipped to-win contract…’
‘Fixed-a-head…’
‘With-out trust…confidence…breaks-down…’
‘As mis-Trust? Biting on Byte-Coins?’
‘Mostly over-reaction based on bad-information…’
‘Mis-information…’
‘Freely-given…’ discretion pleasure option choice decision will:
‘Lies, paid-for…’
‘Birth-Privilege…’
‘Deceits decrepit re-ciept(ING):’
‘Re-cycling re-producing re-processing…’
‘By-birth? Confidence…’ im-posed: on Others’not-photographed:
‘Building-A-Better World(l)(EY)(de) Law of Stable-Budgetting:’
‘Fraudulent corrupt and criminal consultant-accountacyies:’
PwC KPMG BDO JP Morgan Chase Manhatton Gold Sacks Bo(feefifofum)FA Stanley CitiGroup Barclays Suisse Deutche Credit(ed.) Banks(s).
‘Paid-for….’
‘Trust is what keeps E-verything going…’
‘But a little mis-trust may save-your-Soul?’
‘Your-Conscience? Pay-my-debt(s)?’
‘M(ed.)e(m)or(y)? A little false-information?’ un-re(f)uting
‘Then coming up with The Good(s)?’ Absolutely…’
‘I believe all soul(s) are basically good.’
‘Goods?’
‘All-deb(i)ts cred-(i)ts? At not getting caught? Criminalised? Is that all this is? Not
getting caught out for today for lies that don’t pan-out long term?’
‘Crashed! All minute-to-massive…Money-deals…only really…’ castigation!
‘But No-One Suffer(s)?’
‘Every-One does! We All want Food…’
‘Home: goods…services…producers and distributors…’ in own world normal-room:
:Play-Station: Rock-pool sun-setting fish-and-creatures stand-in and sit per(s)pective beaking picking-flowers reaching-out and picked-feelings?
Imag.-limit(s)…drawn and co-deed coded head-set de-coding screen-move sub-
merged: Enterprise-training text-speak spoken-instruction padded-cell:
Health&Safety@ risk-room sensor moving around wifi hand-set controller autopostal fraud from prison to prisoner …
Criminal-Offence: due-diligence target criminal-deniers personal prosthetic games prostitution to virtual-reality. To: real-reality.
Tin-can powered by our own body smart faster quicker artificial tendon ecalipers powering motorised armed with:
Weapons of Sport: proxy-War: Knives Guns and Vehicles. Of-Sex: Money:Net curved-Ball Batted: Hit! Score: VR nauseous-CyBot.
Cyb-athlon.
Exo-skeleton military-connection difficult hacking with live-pilot drone nanopart-i-cu-late: push-pedalling pulling-to: get to target away-from:
‘Banks and Building-Site(s)! Factor(y)(ies): Shut Down!!!!!!!’
Hot Laser: Radio-Chemo. Burnout cyber-sickness. Mu-t-ation…un-controlled un-controlling particulate. The Other-Part controlling-well enough…successful to this moment…
Multi-task-ing: reading-signal-air-social-sleep memory-mood. A-ttention tens-ion… I/im-plant: underneath the-skin electrical-input diode and anode electron-holes lit-up pixelated nodal to motion-limited control-Avatar: with thoughts’ Brain-Stormers: making-waves…
Virtual: VoodooMagic Predator under cover com-puter-memory-maker: SMART: safe and secure…
‘Transaction-Cost(s)…@
‘Price? For what we have to have to Buy? Staple(s): of course, energy, food and water and roof over our heads…’
‘Welfare?’
‘Share(s)?’
‘Fair HealthCare…’
‘Credit(ed.) Social-CaRE S:)…’
‘For what?’ To Who?’
‘Debit(s)…see?’
‘Well?’
‘Fair?’
‘Or Not?’
‘Electric-Car Pool?’
‘Driverless…’
‘Of Us!’
‘Automated.’
‘Not-likely…not if We can help IT!’
‘Home-working part-commute auto-log times and places re-corded to you Bank-
Account. Empty offices housing homeless people while everyone has their own
self-employed work time-and-place mass-and-momentum in-something we want to
do…’
‘Good-at?’
On:
‘Bullshit.’
‘Zero-Sum then? How about it? Allies? You? Rational or Equitable or both?’
‘One of five or or six really…in any sector…’
‘Globally…World-Wide…’
‘Ally?’
‘Right here? Right now?’
‘The: City?’
‘Specifically?’
‘SMART? Me? You?’
‘How do we get there?’
‘Not how…Where?’
‘Apart from on This-Train?’
‘The-City?’
‘Share-Prices?’
‘Dropped like rocks…
‘Or Bombs…’
‘Nuclear!’
‘Confusion is all IT takes…’
‘Stopped. No-confidence…’
‘Creating in-evitably…’
‘Con? Fusing-the-0pposition?’
‘No-fusion…fision fossil-fuels…’
‘Fueling-fission anyway…yet: N/n/N/nnn…Our way Out of Global…warning
warming…’ swarming: as:
GeoPolitical disaster thermal-meltdown rising sea-levels year-on-year…more-desert less-trees…shady-hot…
‘Carbon. Hydrogen: electric-fuel and Nitrogen-Cycle(s):’
‘Oxy-clean water-based life de-salination…’
‘Costly-SALT: parenting Adult Childing or Not…’
‘Pro-crastination di-v-iding and de-ciding and de(v)eloping-further…‘
‘Day-by-Day…’
‘UN-Married! Today! Own Buy-Back Benefit from the stand-still ceasefire to buy-out then stabilise and Business as usual.’
‘Business as usual?’
‘What about: The Big Buy-Out? Each littler bought-out?’
‘My. Debt(s). little? How’s that? How Do You Know? They R Not as Great As Yours? Mine? Own shares bought-back cheaply…and set the price higher on failure sell-out non-producing re-dundancy re-maining workforce works less hard with automated production-lines collection and delivery from Home:Warehousing shops re-turns and starts again with ’
‘Cost-Price Analysis: Placement and Promotion!’
‘Self. Pene(t1)ration De-velopme(n)(t2) and Di-Versification…’
‘Product?’
‘That as well…’ stopped in its’ tracks.
‘Money…then.
The-Cell:
City:
‘Society…’
‘Where brokers and jobbers…’
‘Buyers’ and Seller’s…’
‘Buy and Sell…and make IT!’ and gophers’ runner’s-rumoured and listened-in whistles-blown. Bells wrung.
Trumpets, horns blew from afar. Behind-self and other-construed cloud constructed amorphous as from behind closed-door screened newspaper curtained-off then heard from back behind:
The-Banker dis-appeared peering from behind and outwards as if to, and from: The Train as a whole.
The Other-Passengers and drawn Mechanical-Carriage: fuelled and Staffed.
So with fares-paid and terms and conditions tacitly agreed by rules and regulations and Laws of The Land and asked:
‘Is it All a Great-Game then?!’
‘The Great-Game!’
‘Of Us!’
‘Automated…’
‘Not-likely…not if We can help IT!’
‘Rational-and-Equitable?’
‘Colonial? Imperial?’’
‘Presidential?’
‘Currency? No-real-risk…then! Serious consequences…’
‘Limited-liability…’
‘Tech? Harm-ful-Tech….?’
‘A rt-i-ficial….’
‘To: n/N/nnn…
‘Responsibility? To Your Shareholders or Only To Yourself?
‘You-too. Virtual-Reality Hy-Brid…’
Starchy-Nano: mole-cular: Wacky-Races! Image: confirming:
‘What to make of it? Your-Debts.’

The-Banker: avoided eye-contact now on ear-piece bartered furtively and openly and
loudly and confidently confidentially flashed a look across and down into the opened laptop tablet as if commanding from the top of a mysterious Money-Mountain…
Mysteries…seemed like given:
Conspiracies. Brute-Logic. Unlikely New World-Order.
Hunted Slave-metics and Dove-tailed The-Leader(s)’ dependency on-People.
As People on Them.
In Life as in Death.
As in: a-voiding Total-War.
Day-in and day-out Battle(s) to keep Society together and not collapsed that much until finally collapsed.
It. Was obvious. Then. Then, again. Mutilation of the-Multitude afraid-of unless…making-peace.
Set-sail, and marched on-land slaughtered drowned at sea and alive converted or not-tried in-absence then presence at:
The Gallows…swapped hand-signals and punched the air…slapped both-palms together:
‘High-fives!: We are in the ten’s…six…seven-Billion if you will…’ and holding a hand over the heart openly-palmed, and as sat bowed slightly winked, a single staring- eye, as stooped-to:
‘Con-Quer!’
‘And: Deal!’ with on-screen confirmation apparently…redirecting…confirming… password…and printed-off paper-copy waved-frantically financial-agreement-stipulating:
‘Beat The Competition! To dust! Only to be: signed-off…’
The Brief-Case: re-vealed laptop lapped as reading-off as The-Clerk now speaking:
‘But The Market(s): are closed? Shut-down…’
‘Only to the outside world…details only to be added then…’
Complex completion…
‘Simple really but make IT look complex…’
‘I.T.!’
‘Trillions of Us!’
‘When?’
‘The Social-Markets Open Again:…’
‘Market-Social: The: International-Conference? Details…’
‘Love. The Small-Things! Anyone can!’
‘All 7-billion birthdays of: US! One for Every One of US on this Planet…’
‘Mutually-Assured!’
‘Trust…Democratic:…’
‘Auto-Cratic: Too-few: many: Work(ing) for Pay: Profit(s) Price: Pay-Tax-funding:
Research-and-Development: abroad…’
‘Safety and Security:’
‘Pro-tected from harm.’
‘Full-®adiation:’
‘Explosion!!!’
‘Sulphur-chlorine…’
‘Phosphorous-hydrogen cyanide…mustard-gas…’
In(v)(i)(s)ible:
‘Anthrax Sarin spore…’
‘Industrial Venomous X-nerve agent flesh-attack…’
‘Nuclear atomic molecular particle-cloud breathless paralysis respiratory collapse…’
‘Retaliating threat over-gaining potential-advantage capability over the enemy(ies)’…’
‘Defence-in-assault: protection-fear: inspection embarrassment cover-up:’
‘Arms-Race anti-dote: respirator-hood: Antropine-jab:’
‘De-commissioning inspection embargo…’
‘Protectionist Tardi-Grade(s): Grafters: Grifters: Corona-Ebola biological-
weaponry…Pesticide!’
‘Mutually Assured Destruction: cell-burst! Mad-Hellism!’
‘Heavenly!’
‘Recovery!’
‘Nothingness!’
Recovering, The-Other continuing:
‘One-off. Capitalism(s)Disaster(s)…The Great-Things that can only lead to Di-
saster…buying-up…’
‘All the little people?’
‘Great! Again!’
‘Like you?’
‘Not you not like you…’
‘Like-Me! You?’
‘Could be…’
‘Super! Hyper-even but: All of Us! Meta!!! SuperMan! SuperWo-men!’
‘Super-Kid(s)…’
‘Business-as-Usual.’
‘New-Normalityies…’
‘NOT!’
‘Of course! All-People. If We want To Be…’
‘You want: Shoe-in: shares-in-debt(s)?’
Holding-People? That is The Name of the Game?
‘What?’
‘Buying-Up and Selling-Off Shares. Certified Managed Account in People and
Work. Bought-off freely-landed in-dentured apprenticed traded tortured sold-off: land and goods favouring certain under-writing judgement(s):’
‘Life!’
‘Familyies! Managed-Certifiable!’
‘As Ever. Same…difference…Certitude…Gender. Age. Fitness and Well-Being:…’
The New-Slave-Drivers: listed: and over-seers…fore-man and (t)wo-men…savants and servants’ risk-takers:
The People! Refugees. Trafficked Ex-changed: for:
Good-Life: goods and services…stock-recommendations: in-surance auto-driver(s): living in certain geographical areas with specified proven employment occupational and National-Carrier: selling:
‘One: Global-Store:…’ huge-volume operating costs minimised to between 10-20% of that incurred by smaller competitors buffeting bunkered-down bullets and billowing raining clouds of:
‘Success! To the-Buyer…’
‘The-Seller.’
‘Market-Place(s)…’ traded forced selling long-hours low or no-wage: buying cheap child-labour migrated-to:…
‘Domestic-bliss: Globalisation…’ fuel-fumes choking drowning hypothermia at sea pirated smuggled desperation taken-in processed minimally financial-aided for:
‘A Life: The-Dealer and The-Buyer not-equally…’
‘No-shit…’ derivatives:

Time-Bomb again. Arms, legs, ears deafened and eyes blinded felt the pain:@ Lorry-bombs…mainland not anywhere: Capital-City:
‘Again…’ borrowing to buy? Again? Hiring? Spending…borrowing-Wars?
‘Talking-Wars?’
‘Taking-on:…’
‘Wars?’
‘Digital…’
‘Trade-taking War($)…’
‘Infra-structure(Y)…’
‘Battles…dealt-with: Amnesty…’
‘Cash-Call..’
‘None-in-Hand…’ finger-prints all-over the worldwideweb:
‘Voted. No-finger.’
‘Killed-off…’
‘Privatised-Business Investment-Banks’ merchant patronage commercial activity land office(s): Investment-Houses: Commercial and Re-sidential: sold-as: Mortgage. Leisure-Property: Port-Folio (LPPF):…’
‘Strategically-falsely promoted tactics…’
‘Dot-Comms….’
‘Buildings…’
‘Land. And destroying…’
‘Golf-Course. Forest-Funding…’
‘Rain-Forest.’ by incomprehensible debt-instrument…
‘Globally! The-Peoples’ Forest ourselves!’
‘Governments’ Sovereign-Presidential. Big-Business Areas of Expertise (BBAoE):’
‘None.’
‘Except ‘making-money’?’
‘Core in-Corporations (CiC): Government-by? In-Corporation.’
‘Selfish-Greed.’
‘In-competance.’
‘Conspiracies?’
‘Public-Greed.’
‘Private-Banks! Globally-Funding…’
‘Infra-structure that we all self-employed pay fair-taxes.’
‘Government?’
‘No! Fair. Investment-Growth…’
‘Evergreen.
‘False-growth.’
‘False-Figures…’
‘Too-quickly…’
‘Too-slowly…’
‘To get-out of….’
Ex-hausting fumes-as:…
‘Not at all.’

Also by M.Stow:
WF4.1. WarFair4: Part One: The Day the-Markets Collided.
WF4.2. WarFair4: Part Two: Into The Abyss…
WF4.3. WarFair4: Part Three: The Day the Markets finally collapsed. Global-Cit(i)zen and:
Walter Mepham (A First World War true family and personal stories)
EarthCentre:The End of the Universe (An Anthropic Odyssey)
Universal Verses
Pan Tan-Gou
Arctol

Other short stories and poetry
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WarFair4.4. Global-Citizen.

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  1. She
  2. They
  3. He
  4. The Banker and the Clerk
  5. The Accident & Emergency Hospital Hotel
  6. Home Factory and Shop
  7. Titanic!
  8. Avatar
  9. Cannon-Fodder
  10. Rent
  11. Slaughter
  12. Brute Justice
  13. WarFair4.com
  14. Global-Citizen.com

Tunisia 17th December 2010: According to friends and family, local police officers had allegedly targeted and mistreated Bouazizi for years, including during his childhood, regularly confiscating his small wheelbarrow of produce; but Bouazizi had no other way to make a living, so He continued to work as a street vendor. Around10 p.m.on 16 December 2010, He had contracted approximately 450 dinarin debt to buy the produce He was to sell the following day. On the morning of 17 December, He started his workday at 8 a.m. Just after10:30 a.m., the police began harassing him again, ostensibly because He did not have a vendor’s permit.

Bouazizi did not have the funds to bribe police officials to allow his street vending to continue. Bouazizi, angered by the confrontation, went to the governor’s office to complain and to ask for his scales back. The governor refused to see or listen to him. Bouazizi then acquired a can of gasoline from a nearby gas station and returned to the governor’s office. While standing in the middle of traffic, he shouted, “How do you expect me to make a living?” He then doused himself with the gasoline and set himself alight with a match at11:30 a.m.local time, less than an hour after the altercation.

It has been said that love of money is the root of (many) evil(s) and a wandering from the path which has brought-upon us much pain. The lack (need) of money is so quite as truly.

Samuel Butler (1835-1902 ME) EREWHON Ch. 20 (amended after: The Old Testament: 1Timothy, and before Mark Twain (Mark Twain’s Notebook 1909 ME).

If the man and the woman bear their fair share of work, they have a right to their fair share of all that is produced by all, and that share is enough to secure them well-being. What we proclaim is The Right to Well-Being: Well-Being for All! Pyotr Kropotkin (1842 – 1921) The Conquest of Bread; Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution.

The ideological and social system of capitalism has also (Feudalism) become a museum piece (in the Soviet Union), while in other countries, it resembles ‘a dying person who is sinking fast, like the sun setting beyond the western hills’ and will soon be relegated to the museum. Mao Tse Tung On New Democracy 1940.

There’s an evenin’ haze settling over town,

Starlight by the edge of the creek,

The buyin’ power of the proletariats’ gone down,

Money’s getting’ shallow and weak.

Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory,

It’s a new path that we trod,

They say low wages are a reality,

If you want to compete abroad.

My cruel weapons been laid back on the shelf,
Come and sit down on my knee,
You are dearer to me than myself,
As you yourself can see,
I’m listening to the steel rails hum,
Got both eyes tight shut,
I’m just trying to keep the hunger from,
Creepin’ its way into my gut.

Meet me at the bottom, don’t lag behind,
Bring me my boots and shoes,
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line,
Sing a little bit of these workingman’s blues.

Bob Dylan Workingmans Blues #2 from Modern Times 2006

The-Train moved slowly out from the glass and steel raised slab of the new edge-of-Town main-line high-speed railway-platform, running alongside the banking blank back of high-street shops, and the station car-park, awaiting return. Into harvested-fields and open-grazed pastures below remaining precipitous pine-forest.

Alongside planted-poplar windbreak, shielded. Through the trees, the new days’ Sun appeared, speared, blinking-awake. Burst through the carriage breaking beyond the blue grey staged and staggered, rolled and ranged. From the east-peaked, settling yellow-orange onto the western-hills. Shadow-flanking purple-green valleys, and up-country the grid-framed farmed plains, where the day was already begun.

Grey white steam lifted across a drying-up estuary.

In thinrain spluttering, over an elevated iron-riveted painted girder-bridge, built-on pillars of a deep-red local stone and brickwork, arched and breached. With the Suns’-rays the train rattled-on.

Emergent, as through a fog over a beached river, onto the other-side of a ravenous gaping-gorge. Over-spilling through the outskirts of a recently built-up ancient sea-harbour and river port, suburban edge-of-Town. High-rise housing-project, and Industrial-Units, Business-Park, and Shopping-Mall.

Home-furniture, Motor-Car showrooms. Salesrooms, cheap-hotel and motel. Linked razor-wire fenced, chained-in. A horse-paddock, gated and padlocked, adjacent to a blue-green to red-waiting train-crossing signal. Freight-Train, privileged-over passenger passaged prerogative, thundering-by: the Passenger Train: trundling along for now, beside a chequered black and yellow train-crossing.

Arterial hot tar-road weighted heavy and ever busy with ‘bus and coach, cycle and motor cycle. Car engine and Caravan-trailer. Articulated. Juggernaut, boxed container shipments on-board. Onto and beneath the over-passing concrete-highway into, and out of Town.

All traffic travelling with one accord.

To-and-from galvanized corrugated iron steel and zinc tin roved roofing, between brick and-cinderblock doorways, loading and unloading bays beneath open canopy entrances, letter and number laser bar-coded, and secured. Air-extracting, for the most-part to the outside world, unseen. As windowless, between belching cooling-tower, pylon-linking electric-welding workshop engineering factory-crafted, machined and handmade goods.

Food and Furniture, packaged, warehoused, and shipped virtually to-and-from the City-Ports and Portals. Co-modifying, in-return Stock-Yards stacked-up, and in-exchange value-assured, awaiting, transport: to-and-from: Home and Away.

  1. She. 

‘It is like living in a rabbit hutch’ She often said metaphorically, and He replied with a shrug. Nothing to say in reply. It was; and it would take long enough to pay for. Eight-floors up. Looking over the street below, now starting to become busy with traffic.

They had lived with his parents for a time, and then after they were married in a small rented flat in The City, before they needed to afford somewhere to live together, and to bring-up their two small children. They had both saved, and with some financial help from a relative (deceased) they had managed to get this place. When the housing market was ‘buoyant’, and mortgages easy to get. The home was bought with a loan, a promissory note, deposited and co-lateraled together with the home itself. They were afloat.

Both worked to pay-off the loan, which although it was supposed to reduce each year did not seem ever to keep up with pay and prices. The loan would anyway be paid-off many times over if they were ever to pay off the debt. If this place was ever to become their own. If they managed to keep paying-off the loan for the ‘Shelter from the Storm’, as they called Home. That they did not actuarily now own, and may not ever, actually own, lose-lose. To sell-back at Market Price, the difference between the paid-back buying-price and selling-price, of which they would have lost completely to The Bank…The Mortgage Company.

Their home-insurance, their pension against homelessness. No social-recourse. and be homeless to parents and over-crowding again, or with friends similarly fixed, sofa surfing. Their home, such as it was re-possessed. A two-bedroom apartment, she thought of: kitchen-lounge, shower-bathroom toilet and tiny balcony onto the world below, between them and the sky above.

Each day, each month, and each successive year into the unthinkable future; two-thirds of two-lifetimes at least, two-thirds every month of what they were both paid. She did the household accounts, and she knew. The Home, The Loan would have been paid for several times over by the time if ever it became theirs’ and The Childrens’ and perhaps even their Grandchildrens’; by the time the shared building was uninhabitable, demolished land rented freehold…leasehold…but that is the nature of the human animal, is it not? To do over, and be done over to again and again? she thought: want more and more, for less and less? and in the quiet mind wandering moment of pillared door, a room, a table, a bed let go and a bed sheet left behind, ready to be buried with perhaps, as they did in the olden times, shrouded as now by thin curtains pulled-back.

Each-Day: like a backwards step, worked to pay off the loan on the house and to pay for food and bills and extras, clothes, and nights out, occasionally. Maybe once a month, or not at all. Then He had been laid-off work at The Bakery. Three-day-week, and three days wages.

The Mortgage was re-negotiated, and they continued struggling to pay-off the loan and other loans, credited and direct-debited from what they both earned together.

There was never an issue of who would earn more, and be the main breadwinner; and who would do the most caring, of each other, and the children: the unpaid responsibilities shared around the home and in the world of work, shopping and holidays and other friends and family out there.

All in-debted, in credit. They were equal, without even having to think about it or confront societies and others’ false fake expectations of gender and families. They were equal in debt and credit, and supported each other’s frail and fragile egos with a natural equanimity. Respectful, and loving, each contributing their best and differently in-differently, to make the whole: It’s not all doom and gloom she did often think, and he tried not to think on it. The homely claustrophobia only had to be relieved by going out. To the cinema, to a bar or restaurant. But that was not very often. Definitely, now there were children as well. Seldom did extras make their mark, clothes bought carefully a piece at a time replacement rather than extravagance. The cupboards filled with groceries and emptied by the time the next weeks shopping is needed, and the next weeks earnings spent…

She was awake, first this morning, and she got up from the bed on which he still lay awake but not yet awake enough to leave its’ nigh-time warmth. She went through to the next room. The bedroom led across the narrow-passage to the living room, which led directly to the tiny gallery kitchen and balcony on one side, and door to the front room on the other. Except it wasn’t the Front-Room exactly only like the ‘front-room’ of her childhood playing on the street and door directly to the rugged ragged matted smell of cooking from the stone wall white-washed country kitchen. Upstairs two bedrooms, one on the gallery landing for the children, and a closet room to flush away with a basin of water from the kitchen sink into the slurry sump, where you could hear it ‘slurry’ all the way down; and, then back down to replace water, from the kitchen or outside tap. Pumped up from the well, re-filling the fired china clay bowl for washing and zinc-metal bucket, ready for the next use.

At bedtime children first, then the adults. Rats nested runs, beetles and cockroaches were kept away by the domesticated cats and dogs that shared the yard and house; with horses at the local stables, to ride at week-ends, and Holy Days. Each week, several times into the market town for food supplies, and the children’s treats.

Their whole world a Living Market Place, of Work and Play. Now, great enclosed parkland parked Lakesides’ Superstores and Supermarkets and Factory outlet Warehouse. Where goods are now transported she thought of: to and from and by foot and hand and motor vehicle, train and massive tanker and containership flight. From the docks and airport, at the City Harbour hub humming thrumming away, remote yet directing everyday life, everywhere. Passenger and cargo, goods and stocks.

The affordable flight, to get away from it all: a change; a necessary move, once in a while, not every year but to visit family here and there and elsewhere, or else you’d go stir-crazy. Do a night-time flit, leave the rent, the mortgage, unpaid. Only, to otherwise keep on fighting, for the bargain: cheap-est within budget, to get through to the next day and the day after that. When debts and fines could not be paid, the debt collector. Bailiffs, The-Auctioneer: selling- off of the personal possessions, and then sold-out: the personal and public.

The laptop computer on sleep, and awakened, opened, placed on the table, booted-up and she blogged instantaneously her thoughts: We all need a roof over our heads…and to: put Food on the Table! without any other word, or contextual continuity that did not remain obvious to this early morning. Everyone, and anyone in the same and similar circumstances getting the same hastily tapped-out message; excluding those without tablet, home or food; and those with patently far too much, who had admin. to do that for them.

And her thought continued in the context of the mindful moment and that which we all have to pay extortionately for over and again even when the food is eaten and the crap washed away there remains a nasty stain, a nasty taste. The original wages sweated over day upon day, and the loans ever in negative equity! Double-Debt? More? To who? Them! Extortionate interest and volatile prices, and not pay…looking up, and down again now, not in dejection, but circumspection against ever apparent possible failure, with desperate optimism, toward unrealistic perfectionism.

Only mechanized traffic building-up soon into a busy rush-hour congestion. Cars and buses, bicycles, motorbike and motorized delivery truck from here, only another view. From two-sides; and every side… the bedrooms along the passage corridor, the sleeping children slept. Earlier peeked into soundless in beautiful dream or dreamless seeming startling worrying death-checked for breathing. Crossing from night into daytime TV, remotely automatically turned on, confirmation, that life goes on. The living-room, as she entered, bore all the chatter and the silence of one who listens. Still and safe, cosy and secure. The other rooms took over the emotions and needs: sleep and food, love and arguments.

The central room, the central chamber, looked on and awaited eventual, almost inevitable, but never certain re-conciliation, and rest. Indulged-in: Social, Family and Neighbourhood Events (SFNEs), noisy chatter and quiet evenings indoors.

The furniture was adequate and filled the room. Table, chairs, television, a drawer and shelved cabinet standing against a wall, displaying various icons. Family photographs in frames, a portrait of a film star, or a print of a famous oil painting. Ornaments, statuettes, figures of worship and of novelty. The furniture, the infrastructure, from the livelihoods, and eventually the roof over our heads in over our heads heard as if originally spoken. There were unopened envelopes and cajoling leaflet advertisement: Kill your debts! Die debts! she thought of letters and bills for payment, propped up behind a ticking clock.

There was a picture postcard from someone-else’s holiday forming a picturesque frontage to hide the stack of demands for reply and payment which lay beyond. She drew back the curtains and looked out of the window across the balcony, with its unflowering plants growing in flower-pots.

There was a real still rising mistiness outside from the early morning warming; and she gazed over an area where many lived, and it seemed to her, this morning, where they too just lived out their lives: day to day, week to week. 

That, they too thought to themselves as she looked-out onto the dawn of a gradually opening new day that the world must have always been this way.

  1. They. 

They had stayed together and with two little ones, one of each, girl and boy by the time they’re both about to be in school, they could not risk another to bring up, and the cost of it. They only hoped they would hold on to their jobs and worked hard. Difficult hours, and some days-off. Where the rota’s didn’t work-out for childcare, family or neighbours, parents now friends of the children’s friends who lived conveniently nearby, the social-network, from the cradle to school to work to the grave…death, the unknown…

They had met when things were starting to get a bit tight, to get difficult again. Meaning, the situation for most working families, those at the upper rather than lower reaches; for those looking for work and those in work, things had not got any better, any easier really, during the so-called good-times, and both parents were needed in credit- and-debt. To work to keep the family going, Voluntary Social Networks (VSNs) became all the more significant and reciprocal. Shared-Care and Circles of Support. With child and adult interaction social and meaningful. Shared-Lives.

They had both kept their jobs in more or less ‘essential services’, although not without the job-cuts, never-the-less, ever the less, never the more, when things got difficult all a-round. 

When the Bakery Factory where He and his Family worked, went on three-days week, and pay to match He had more time to be with the children, and helped the same with her awkward shiftwork at the garment factory, and later She at the hospital, for the Children.

Then training there, working there. 

He had done some building work on the odd-days, to fill-in. She had done some shop-work and garment-making before all the Shop-Jobs in ‘Retail’ were filled, and not-hiring. Not selling either. Queues at the cash-tills. To no-one at the field tills, filed for bankruptcy. They had moved to his folks in The City then: suburbs really, inner-urban, something-like-that.

His mother had worked at The Old Mill and got her a job there; and then him at The Bakers’ Factory, at the top of the road. When and where, the area they had moved to. With Family and friendly neighbours nearby there: People, their…people…

They had moved in together; and had kids. His father’s family had been transient transitory migrant millers, wheat and grain, before that, gypsies, owned business machinery, finding digging the wells, water, oil from the oil swamp, concrete and gas brick building and tarmac road, growing taking fruits and nuts from the side of vegetable and allotment gardens.

Did well.

Moving around farm to farm, funnily enough she thought like Business People nowadays do…looking across the roads, below, leading to The City. To: The Airport to visit: 

Sales-People: to the Re-tail Outlets

Shops in the World: in other words: Big Business. Commuting by-aeroplane, as they might, if they could afford to: go on Holiday. Abroad. They, Business to meet Clients Meetings’ here and there and everywhere.

Cities all over, to do deals on a massive Global-Scale then worth millions, now worth billions and trillions of whatever the currency.

Sometimes-dealing, evenly, un-evenly, unbalanced, in the local and World currencies themselves.

Her family took on a Shop, Family-Bank loan to rent and stock and share. In the past when the work dried-up, landfill, polluted wells and rivers and seas and Oceans flooded. 

His’ family ‘moved along’ as they were constantly told to do…

Or, stayed with their stores, shares of the crops of the fields, and water, natural and free from the clean water-well. Waited, looked- for more or different labour… 

She thought of them, her own family, and His. Out of work, they always found something. Fed themselves from gardens and small and large fields and farmyards. When the work was finished, they moved on. When The Great-Corporate moved-in, took over, sold-off. Along the roads and waterways, they, her family, had a farm in the countryside for a while, and the parents, lived there.

His-&-Hers … 

Hers&His …

Through an Industrial now Techno-Future:

The Soul of The City. Only, tumultuous-Towns and vicious-Villages. 

Across the River, across the tram tracks, and railway, by the station.

The Heart of the CityThe Financial-Quarter. Settling-in. The-City. Walled and Castellated.

Transport and Trade-hub and thronged and His parents self-employed, their own bosses; contractors, worked out on the Building Sites of Towering Sky-Scrapers lining The River, and lit-up, from the Sun. Her-Family. Employed, not their own boss. Both, as themselves, on some land, renting, from they each pay. Then they He and She eventually, both working and afforded buying: Home-Owners, now. Investors in their own future, and their children’s children and theirs’ owned in return.

Like the Home-property itself, capable of being, and being owned, and dis-owned.

And, not strictly-speaking owned, anyway.

But for the Mortgage Home Owners Corporations and Companies, and now, The-Bank(s). Building and Maintenance Trades. Education and Good-Health. Taxied to meetings and desks.

HomeWork and Out-working: the Home-Owners and Private and Publicly Rented-Sector: Housing-Association(s) and: Gig: Market-Economy: 1%. To: 9%. To: 99%…

Ambulance driver and second Medic. employed advertising tax-paying costs and prices up and down, depending on what side of the Power-Play had been Won. Every second milli-second playing in relation to each other…

Soon the television was blaring as usual in the morning. In the main room that was empty again for the moment, and beyond where she was now dressing hurriedly, and he was brushing his hair frantically.

There was the noise of children getting washed and dressed, with incessant commentary and conversation to each other, and any other, or just to themselves. To each other a one-way argument. Older to younger incited over some triviality, shouted back in frustration.

At that point the only-game-in-town, and to be fought-out until one of them is crying, and the other shouting-the-odds; before calm-is-brought. 

Evens by one or other parent, supervising, managing, supposedly, to each-other, at least while they all got ready for work, school and pre-school nursery. The sound of the kettle screaming on the kitchen cooker; and television advertisements conveying to deaf ears, and blind eyes, but perhaps receptive memory:

‘The Best in the World!’; Or:

Longer-lasting…’; or whatever the dubious selling-point co-pied perhaps to be un-consciously re-called later that day, at the Super-Hyper-Market market.

At present they seemed to be of no avail, both rushed to get the children to school, and themselves out to work. To earn the pay that would pay the prices at the Super-Hyper-Market: later-that-day as yet un-known:

‘Where is my shirt?’

he called:

‘Where you last put it!’ she retorted.

As She entered the living room She found her shoes under a chair and stopped in front of the television. The networked advertisements ended and the programme returned to the main story of the day:

‘Today there is no money to pay share dividends, or to buy shares with…’

She flicked a channel and got:

‘Group and Individual Share Prices have collapsed or become so high that they have

become worthless: confidence has collapsed, debt un-diminished: price increases have

been blamed. Increases in pay and pensions have been blamed.

Increases in Business-Bank Personal-Investment interest-rates and maximizing profit-

levels at any cost have been blamed. Each of these has pushed Shop and Share prices

 ever upwards as share prices and shop prices overtake the customers’ ability to pay,

and the ability to pay pushes prices-up.’

‘And pay-down, in RE-al terms!!!      ’

‘Relatively?’

‘Not: pay-up? Relatively?’

‘Prices down?’

‘Never.’

Work for family o=r friends, work, for yourself, first.

Then, family and friends and everyone else with their, our, USP’s….margins’ agreed in advance…

‘Future-Costs:…’

‘The-Future?’

‘ToDay>’

<>Profit margins narrowed > Hu-Man Date. > nn/nn/nnn…

>Re-captured only by increases in:

<Prices or decreases in pay relative to GDP (Gross Domestic Product):

‘As B4: Interest rates on banking and other loans, have pushed share prices up even further…’ and a view passed across the screen to locked Factory-Gates and closed down Hospital  corridor(s)…

Ports and Sea and Land-Borders: closed to traffic or trade. It did not seem too bad, or even unusual: the Television Experts and announcers liked to make a big-deal out-of-anything…

She thought: it was their-jobs’ after all.  

The pictures shifted to City Offices’ steeled glass to the very Sky.

Buildings that only a few were being allowed into; and then to the squares and circus’s around Town and City Centres all over the globe, all the streets and roads and highways leading there.

The TV re-porter turned-away from-the-camera, and let-the-scene, somewhere else: could be anywhere-else, speak for itself.

In the kitchen radio reports followed from each National and Regional Securities around the world:

‘Tokyo Nikkei Shanghai Shenzhen Hang Seng Bangkok: Singapore: Dubai-Delhi:’

‘Bombay: Bermuda-Dutch Saudi-UAE: Israel and Egyptian Stock Exchanges… ‘

‘RTS Moscow and St. Petersburg.’

‘Frankfurt Johannesburg and Cape Town.’

‘London and Canada Stock Exchanges: New York Wall Street and Rio de Janeiro…’

‘T&T Iran-Dubai:…’

‘All:Trading-Port(s) for Oil&Money: Athe(x)ns. Bo(l)®sa Buenos Aires to Lima…’

‘Nairobi and Nigerian and Sydney Stock-Exchanges…’ as she went to look for tea-bags.

He got the cups out and put some bread under the grill to toast. As the cups were emptied and the door was opened to go out, The Stock-Market Reports, were interrupted by the radio-announcer:

‘We have heard in the last few minutes that The International Conference of Governments and World Banks with National Stock-Market and Corporate Regional Securities around the world are meeting in Geneva are Conference-calling and are to make statements, at midday mean-time.’

‘In the current state of financial affairs across the globe, the ‘Economic-Crisis’ around the world…’

They stopped and looked at each other as they heard the announcement:

‘What will they come up with this time I wonder?

She asked aloud to him and to the radio speaker and as she went to the bathroom door:

‘Come on you two!’ to the children, and to him in the same breath:

‘What time are you finishing today?’

‘On Lates!’ his reply with a shrug, noticed, as She said:

‘I’ll have to clock off early then,’ and she thought another opportunity to sack me, but if school finishes before work what are we supposed to do?

‘I’m taking them in, anyway!’ he called.

‘I know!’, she replied:

‘We will have to go to the Super-Hyper Market tonight!’

They both said:

‘The Local for Bread-&Milk!’ they both said:

Added knowingly: reluctant necessity when it came to it:

‘Or tomorrow anyway.’ as she kissed him on the lips, quickly, tantalizingly, knowingly this weekly and mostly  daily shopping trip is what they did all this for along with the mortgage-rent and love-of-their-family and children smiling he went out of the door, onto the communal hallway:

‘Another financial crisis!’ he called out, with more than a note of sarcasm, which did not need any reply, other than a disinterested:

‘Is there?’

She went back inside the living room, and went to turn the television off, as the announcement of an impending declaration from Government-Leaders and World-Banks were being repeated:

‘Won’t make any difference!’

She shouted over the noise of the television:

‘…never does!’

She left the house soon afterwards.

  1. He.

He took the stairs with the children, two-at-a-time one in a pushchair, the other just learning to walk, and they headed off together for The Corner Shop. Turning at the top of the road, pushing the baby buggy uphill, the as if unmade pavement now, in disrepair, showing the lack of maintenance through the good times, as well as the now financial recession, austere-times. Telling The Walker (as He and She said to each other in jest the children laughed at that…) but the one no longer holding on to the buggy called-out to:

‘Hold on to the buggy’ answering the constant questions:

‘What is this?’, and:

‘What is that?’ and having to say:

‘Be careful!’ every second, and:

‘Stop! making me have to say:

‘Be Careful’ every second!’’ and they giggling together, at what, he knew not what.

Not even imagining a time when he and she would not be going to work and they to nursery and school and work…

Then keeping them into: Our-Dotage: 

Going-to pick-up the-fallen walking running-off child, grabbing the perambulator again, and continued walking on at the road:

‘Do Not Walk!’

The walking child hearing only the last word of the phrases spoken, as-usual:

‘Do Not Run! Walk!’; and wondering what all the shouting was about, and running:

‘Stop! at the edge!’ hearing all the words this time: thoughtfully:

‘O.K?’

‘O.K.!’ twice awkwardly almost:

trying out these new words heard from them and at school:

‘Stop!’ and stopping in the middle of the pedestrian pavement.

To get collided into and rolling on the ground giggling in the middle of the pavement road edge? getting up and running off laughing, looking backwards:

‘STOP!’

at the corner, turning into the next junction:

‘Stop! At The Kerb!’

He catching up, pushing the pushchair ahead, the walker hanging on, over the kerb and into the road. Looking both ways, always and then both ways again. Then back again, one last way this time: too quickly…going to Run! the way the traffic was headed, moving slowly one car at a time, stopped: and a polite hand to let them across, to a wave re-turned…

Watching-out, for all three; and to the oncoming traffic split by traffic lights commanding: Stop, Start, or Pause…to the other side safety to the other kerb:

‘Walk!’

‘Do Not Run!’ both yelled equally as in-comprehendingly:

Children chasing on ahead to The Corner Shop. The ‘little-one’ in the buggy trying-to get-out to-follow, shouting, and pointing with one, then both index-fingers, toward The-Road:

‘Taxi!’

swivelling around almost falling-out caught…

Pointing, ahead:

‘’Bus!’ the other returning, giggling:

‘A. Bus!’ correcting, and then at they passed a-Shop pleading verbally and non-verbally tugging and whining for sugary sweets:

‘Helicopter!’ singing, and pointing and swiveling around again:

‘The-Corner-Shop!’ the other:

‘Sweets!’ categorically usually not until they came home from school and nursery.

Even then only some days and if they had been good at school or nursery. But always worth a try…. pointing jumping up-and-down, on the buggy the other falling out, buckles un-buckled, by the Older-One:

‘As long as you be-have yourselves today, and they’re not too bad for your teeth, and you-clean-your-teeth!’ they knew that, giggling all the more, at some reference only they knew.

To the words, the noises, and the tone of voice, the bedtime:

‘Clean your teeth! Properly!!’ the Older-One repeated, and they went into more fits of giggles.

Into the newsagent-come-grocers and confectionary local-shop, and sometime licensed off-licence. Where He, and She, and They stopped each morning, for bread, or a newspaper.

On the way to Nursery and School, when it was His turn, always the possibility of both mythical and real: sweets, as well.

As they crashed through the door the older one getting deliberately, or so it seemed in the way of the baby-buggy, asserting rights over the other smaller and weaker and re-leased both leaning up at the shop counter not unusually, but always predictably in the morning rush with so many other things to think about the only thought, unable to think about anything else: 

Children, Shopping tonight? Newspaper? Sweets?

The buggy almost tipped-over, again, in the raucous, the older one falling over the younger, strapped in, strained at the straps, snapping painfully back.

Letting out an ear-piercing yell.

The Older-One: still giggling, until the younger lashed-out as only younger siblings know how-to and the older one let out a Yell! then a Scream! apparently exaggerated explication of pain from both now and claims of unfairness idiot! etc. 

‘Come-on you’re the Older One, you should know better! Do you have to have to fight and argue over everything all the Time?! No sweets!’ and then he knew, as soon as He said that that he was A-Beaten-Man Conquered by Children, easily…

A yet-louder exclamation set up. While the-younger looking on in glee, quieted and puzzled, twisted turned looking:

Upwards to The Father; for some resolution to the questioning-plea and fell-out of the buggy, unbuckled:

‘Me a’ well?’

Looking up from the floor, the older standing and going to stamp on the younger, smiling sweetly now, the other sprawled on the floor as if felled:

‘Smiling Assassins!’

He called-out from the front of the shop, in reference to the older child, and to The Shopkeeper who was stacking shelves from remaining stock.

He, holding-up the regular National Newspaper, the Shopkeeper called forward-first:

‘Dumb. The Markets…’

‘Computers’ Blind-Assassin(s):’ looking at the newspaper on the counter-pane:

‘Botched Act-of-Terror!’

‘State-sponsored!’

‘I know. Heard. You may as well keep that…’

to the loose change being handed over the counter:

‘…it will be like one of those Free-Ones!’

Hearing, and not listened-to until later, scanning the headline:

WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL!

the money left on the shop-counter chuckling when the remark realised:

‘No, I got it!’ minding

The-Children who were not fighting but pretending to steal, sweets, not knowing any better yet, knowing better; laughing, and looking-obvious. The Shopkeeper paper-bagged and handed-over some of what it was they-wanted, pointed at with shrill voices still:

‘There you are, for later…your Dads’ change!’ the customary sweets, as a gift now in-change sometimes anyway for a small-note passed across the counter.

From the-Shopkeeper to them and then him:

Daddy keep sweets…for later.’

The Children looking pleased, and anxious also, that they too might have to ‘keep it for later’ with only the then-conditional on-whom they could not possibly know-yet:

‘And only if you are Good today!’

the emotional and ethical merged into puzzlement:

Free-sweets given to the Father patiently waiting to get off to nursery, school, and work.

Again consternation, put-on, by the Older-Child, to the younger-pouting dropped lower-lip acting-out, pretending, face pulling puzzled-at and copied-by the younger both suddenly laughing at this, and between themselves, at something they did not really know what it was to be Good or All-Day, or how, or what it was, to attain this.

  1. The Banker and The Clerk.

The investment merchant-Banker sat-back, and glanced across at he administrative accounts’-Clerk, sat in the opposite seat, fixed-table between. Travelling on this same-train same-time, same-carriage. For the-Clerk the same-seat, if that or any other was to be had amongst the everyday commuters seated and a few standings, today usually crammed-in each weekday, early-morning into The City.

For the-Banker, this day too-early for the usual-reservation. With, or today without railway-waiter served breakfast or a free-morning newspaper only those freely given-away and piled-up in the station forecourt to be taken-away.

That had to be paid-for anyway by publicising the latest up-priced model, named lettered and numbered version; and most reasonably-priced like copies of The Big Issue sold-on by Homeless-people in Metropolis’ around the world: no such thing as a free-lunch the-Banker reasoned.

First-Class: The Financial-Newspaper paid-for anyway by The Railway Company:

Public-Private

Infra-Structure: ticket-seated and breakfasted comfortably with:

The-Financial Newspaper at massively discounted market-rate or cost-price freely as-advertising encouraging in-someway paid-for, and for: returns

The Newspaper could be easily afforded, anyway. Today’s loss-leader, tomorrow’s winner paid-for upfront from the station kiosk, day upon day.

The Newspapers Corporate-Investment: at-least knowingly borrowed on Perma-Credit: staff-costs paid-off and on continuing steady-sales to be recouped; shorted, daily, and long-term investment…achieved…

Today, the newspaper not given-away with the extortionately, and exclusively permissive over-priced pass this day into the City’ Stock-Exchanges and Financial-Markets.

Staff-costs and paper and inks, colour print magazine as affecting the World. The Annual First-Class Executive rail-ticket paid-for, whether used or-not.

This day the first train out and apparently only Standard-Class, available. A single First-Class carriage was filled-up quickly by anyone who had a ticket and conceivably some who did–not: there were no-tickets being checked or paid-for apparently the barriers left-open and inviting all-comers. For the-Banker, for another-time that morning, something mildly now-seconded, and markedly unusual.

The earlier, when the radio alarm-clock had switched-on routinely with the early-morning fishing, farming, road, and rail conditions. Airline and shipping delays, arrivals, and departures, and speculative forecasts: weather-reports from around the world, local, and global, political-economic and media-news: with the previous-nights’ closing market-prices from around The World: there had been developments overnight, that needed attending-to.

From the emptying platform, the-Banker and the-Clerk boarded the train together more or less equal. The-Clerk with: Free advertising Newspaper and headphones, plugged-in to a mobile Media-Centre. The-Banker with a bought-copy of The Financial-Newspaper from the trains’ limited half-empty double-decker, easy costly food and drinks, re-freshments trolley.

Having taken the first seat-available in the nearest Standard-Class compartment coupled with a foul-stench reeking drain-leaking latrine literally retching between the brown and grey-green patterned seats along the narrow aisle way, the-Banker waving the newspaper ahead as if to clear-the-air un-wavering when shunted across by the next-passenger inline to the only vacant window-seat glanced across-to and sedentarily leaned-forward across the table between them and asked of the-Clerk, already sat down-opposite:

‘So, what do you make of it all, then?’ in the customary easy clear voice of one born with the interrogative confidence of swift appraisal. As in-stantly as if mysteriously-accusatory as if with some felt need for validation, valediction, justification, testimony, guilt? Even before any evidential fact, or fiction? 

With a self and other-deceiving finality, justifying with instant-conviction…but of who? By whom? 

Despite the original opening-question, it seemed as if with no real right-of-reply. The initial conversational-question asked as if intended not to be replied-to or any other-mindedly mitigating circumstances, or any-answer-at all, particularly, or generally, listened-to.

Or so the younger-Clerk surprised to be spoken-to then considered: perhaps like a nurture-nature kind of thing? Possibly a-Plebeian enquiry?Selected–standard flagged with no-probation the-Clerk decided: more likely a command, to make something of IT and to-be-taken-notice-of.

Notice-given of anyway disregarding of the possibly-paranoid maniacal rhetorical-answer awaited, or not, by either, or Both, regardless of the-Other: The subtler-Inquisitor? The Quicker to–the–Draw?

The original-recipient by-assumption looking-up first from a streaming mobile smart-phone camera and video-games-console: USB-4slot-machine…game:WarFair4 downloading…PER (personal electronic reader)/de-pocketed-information-recorded singularly removing the ear-phone microphone-socketed-lead off-line searching for the source of the mildly–irritating openly questive-words’ spoken as directly-to, or so it seemed to the-Clerk, in almost immediate reply:

‘I Don’t know what to make of what, yet?’

Then:

‘Senseless.’

As to The-Banker as to The Newspaper headline shaken-out the whole carriage could now view. The-Banker sat-back purposefully, purportedly, and provocatively, to-unfold The Financial-Newspaper with the headline outermost, upper-most:

WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! and seen again that photograph taking up the whole of the rest of the grey-top printed front-page remaindered, pictured in the minds’ eye.

Now, turned inside-out and with a staring squeezed blink of the eyes, fumbled as if in a freak- storm: a blown umbrella, quickly folded-away. To the-Clerk: hung-out to dry: having seen earlier the front-page photograph, and one-liner top headed:

WORLD MARKETS IN TURMOIL! re-conceived on-line connected…down-loaded and updating second to second milli-second, minute-to-minute mobile-version uploading freely…with-advertising: optional:

Free view annual-subscription: choice or fee skipping…

The-Clerk looking-down and into the same recently concealed picture, and slowly re-storing from browsing-history, as accurately acutely-historically as-depicted. As veritably verifiably un-faked faked up-dated un-tampered-with: mobile cell-phone-photographed syndicated and World-Wide-Web: networked-scene: as at the end of the previous day: the-City: stocks and bonds’ markets as then as now: seen news-printed and pictured from the evening(s) before: a litter-strewn like old ticker-tape across:

The Trading-Room Floor (TRF) for-saken and an un-forgiving-blankly waiting-screen strap-line banded: Markets Closed. Markets Closed. Markets Closed…the single-slogan as about to go up or down was not possible to tell diagonally from one corner of the screen to the other perhaps tangentially-to slip-backwards flickering erratically across continuously stuttering…across perhaps, another:

Markets Closed.

Only-slightly burred blurring from the-top aloft above, or below, the perfect: the-normal midway ideally-positioned not at the-extreme outer-fielded or even ever truly evenly-centred: but as inside-out and now, as stilled.

As then, as now: as if no-longer existent as of now, and then, no-longer anymore unchanging exchange ever more exchanged until stopped perfectly still in its tracks, nowhere at all.

Except: now, there: only as stop-framed time-up: bleeped…pinged…

Cinematographically stilled, to be recorded, and repeated any movement as any-moment only impendent…in the-cloud…that bold-bland statement flickering nonetheless-memorific ally fuzzily held in-abeyance:

Markets Closed.

shimmering-pixelated grid-table mapping diagrammatic…a flickering

A coming-together.

As a vertiginous horizontally remote-geometrically geo-graphically sited as a new dawn held rising over the Worlds-Edges:

Cityscape-skylinediverting

>Banking-details…scams threateningly un-throated, of un-declared bribery and corruption and fraud on-consultancy and management-only contracts hostaged: hi-jacking pay-debt: ransoming-deals projected unfounded optimism, pessimistically keeping quiet: the-private/public purse: tax-dodging as if this would be enough to boost-real confidence on-fixed and unfixed violin-fiddling burning-figures re-vealed:

> Weaknesses:…

<Strengths:…

sub-titling screen-fantasy theme: distinctive emblematic-corporate-creations: dis-owning any real-identity or real-personality patched-together buffer-zone: video-text typeset: cast-role freely-played-ambiguously between Good and Cruel-Evil. Between:continuing:

‘O.K.?’ and not too-bad:

‘One -Price?’ and another and downright-incorrectly dis-honestly and non-rightly irresponsibly: stealing: sealing The-Deal: Generic-key: Designer-rip-off: online: dia-logued:

Options: with-structure and series arcade-style deviation from the normal too complex-to-control, if at all cutting-edge, cut:

To: the Cit(y)ies: How We Live: Where and between each-other: with people we look like who we think looks like ourselves.

We ghettoize whether in the City or Countryside families living close or close to close to until they, we feel less, or more, than 20-25-33-66-75%% until we feel un-comfortable threatened or angry…   …   … … …   then, we move, if we can, anyway, somewhere with a higher perceived proportion, as ourselves.

Through the wall(s): the closest neighbour family and friendship(s) sailing and re-turning daily Home.

Community-Street: weekly, monthly, and for years on end, for Many Millennia on the Globe. Between the Sun and Moon: Lunar drawing onto Land, and into the skies.

Dinosaurus Giant Birds and (I)(n)sects:

‘Unsinkable…’

‘AirCraft Carrier? Red Sea-Monster. Blue-Oceanic: Technological and Fiscal expansion…’

‘Printing-Money…’ screen-pixelated:

‘Perhaps, bringing the-Cities down?’

‘The-Country? Whole-Continent(s):…’ un-like amoeba bacteria cytoplasm lichen on the surface…into the air and space-breathing-Glacier:

Below:

‘Iced-up Markets…’

‘As many grains there are of salt in the sea and sand on the land…’

‘Heated. Climate changing upwards and outwards as well as inwards and downwards…’

‘As now 3D…’

‘Mult(i)-(di)mensional…’

‘Un…mentionable…’

‘Being brought-down!’

‘8-Balls! Breasting-IT!!’

‘Cheek(s)!!!’

‘Financial-Pricing System Monetarist FPSM Monetarist: The-World: fiscal: ethno-linguistically gender and cultural-ability driven:

‘Merit-(o) Crass(y)! Us! Plut(0)cracies!!’

‘Dictatorship.’

‘Of: The Proletariat?’

‘Eradicate-Poverty.’

‘Eradicate the-Gentry first…’

‘Eat The Rich! Socialist-Dictatorship!’

‘Communist: Free-Trade!’

‘Social-Democracy!’

‘Individual Wealth-Gap nonetheless…’

‘Good-tactics@Global?’

‘Know-of-Any?

‘What?’

‘Tactics?

‘Goods. Civilization(s)?’

‘Rule of Law? A good idea…but…’

‘But what?’

‘Being brought-down!’

‘Bought-up!’

‘Bought-out!’

‘By? Who? Why?’

‘Grotesque Over:(I)nvestment:’

‘GOB: (i)n: Commercial and Re-sidential: sold-as: Leisure-Property: Port-Folio (LPPF): Strategically-falsely promoted-tactics…’

‘Dot-Comms’

‘Buildings’

‘Land. And destroying…’

‘Forest-Funding’ by incomprehensible debt-instrument

‘The-Peoples’ ourselves?’

‘Governments’?’

‘Sovereign-Presidential.’

‘Big-Business Areas of Expertise (BBAoE)’

‘Core in-Corporations (CiC):’

‘In-competance?’

‘Conspiracies?’

‘Banks! Funding-Investment. Growth…’

‘Evergreen False Growth.’

‘Figures…’

‘Too-quickly…’

‘Too-slowly…’

‘To get-out.’

Ex-hausting fumes’-as:  

‘Or not at all?’

‘Now?’

‘What?’

‘Want?’

‘Greed…paid-back spent on Charity Big-Projects (CBPs):’

‘Government-Quantative easing…’

‘Social-Taxes?’

‘Re-Gulations. Perhaps the-Price of Civilisation? Bringing in the goods…’

‘Taking-out.’

‘Buy-low. Sell-High:…’

‘Of-course.’

‘Build-High.’

‘Sell-low. Same as it’s ever been…’

‘Bringing in the-Harvest…’

‘Or-not…’

‘Global-failure…’

Fear-0f.’

‘Losing-0ut?’

‘Declaring: War! Prices-Wars!!!’

‘Good!’ race to the top, at the bottom:

‘Hiked Interest-Rate(s): for Currency-Exchange: Goods and Services:’

hitched un-hinged binged:

‘Trade-Wars? list…’

<US China-Russe-Euro-BrISA. Crisis. PIGS. Farming. Industrial and Servicing: Development Bank(s):

>Everywhere. Asia Africa and the southern Americas to Mexico: Asia-Mesa-Europe:

<Global-failure bailed-out: Central-Bank(s): USA. Of the Money-Banking System this-time.

@Money-Go-Round(MGR) fun(i)mation:

‘Harvest(s)’ Stays and Puts’ put and stayed. ‘Bubble?’

‘Double. Triplicate, now. Quadratic…’

‘The Great North-Sea Arctic-Circle saw nothing like this!’

‘Gas and Oil. Seas and Ocean(s)…’

‘Plastic(s):’

Pipeline: Money:

‘Of-Course! Metals and minerals from the poorest to the richest: back to the various: Global-Elite: Europe and North America stitching trainers in Cambodia and East-Pakistan:’

‘Western-Afghanistan and Pakistan …’

‘Tunisia. Iran. Egypt, Lebanon and Syria…’

‘Africa?’

‘Back to that?’

‘China. Land and more besides:..’

‘Desert and Caucasian-Mountains…’

‘UAE. Saudi…’

‘Irani and Iraqi and Syrian Turkish and Kurdistan Desserts.’

‘Mountains. Passes…’

‘Trade:’

‘Polar Oceanic-Deserts?’

‘RainForest?

‘POD: OPEC:’

‘GasOilPlastic-Pipeline: from Venezuela-to-Bolivia:’

‘To: Space?’

‘Broken-into:’

‘Beef?’

‘Under-the-Sea(s)?’

‘Space. Sub-marine. Carbon-fibre and Oxygen:’

‘Hydrogen and more besides….’

‘Clean-Water.’

‘Monied:…’ moaned…

‘Macro-Economics for: Outright-Profit.’

‘Max. of: The People?’

‘Majority-Dictatorship…’

‘Of the minority-Elite: like-Royals!’

‘Serf-Servant-Slave…’

‘Workers’ majority?’

‘By lies and deception…’

‘The-political.’

‘Businesses:’

‘Anti-Trust. Government Nationalistic Exceptionalism. Corporation(s)…’

‘Monopolistic-Characteristic(s): New-Era: Global: five and six at sevens…’

‘All-Sector: N/n…Registered-Bank(s): as if…’

‘Claims’ Bonus on top of that!’

‘Paying no-Taxes. None-seen. Who pays Taxes?’

‘Offshore Banking Business OBB)?’

‘Local-Taxes only Free-Trade abroad…’

‘Share-Holders’…

Pensions and In-Surance(s): Infra-Structure:…

Silk-Road and Economic-Belt. 

Their-Customer-Base?

Worker(s)-Peoples’ Beneficent-Practical: (I)n-vestment-Future(s) (B(I)F(s):…

‘P(I)S(i)s? Poor?’

‘Pension? In-surance? Savings? (i)nvestments? Of course! All: HiStory. All: Herstory@Secured.’

‘At any Cost?’

‘Profit?’

‘Cost?’

‘Subscription@re-gular (i)(n)©’ome…’

‘Debt-Lives? Un-secured?’

‘Secured Privately-Publicly secretive public-private Oligarch-Ownership of the Means-of-Production.’

‘Private-Property by Capital-Accumulation…’

Looking out the Train-Carriage window…

Cloudy?’

‘Pissing-down!’

‘Crapping-away!’

‘Now?’

Or:

‘Taxes?’

‘If You’re the-Revenue I don’t owe…’

‘Revenue?’

‘Police and Thieves.’

‘Race?’

‘Riot?’

‘No, won that-one long-ago…’

‘LCM. Low-Community-Mobility…’

‘As: against High-Social…?’

‘HSM! Where?’

‘Anywhere?’

‘No.’

‘Where?’ lowest: poorest and homeless…

GDP: Sovereign-City: Nation: State: less. Coastal-Town(s): piss-poor: apart from:

Tourism: Guide:

Taxes and fund(i)ng(s): supports taken-away:

online: Social-Structure: Austerity. Bubble-burst gave-up. All its’ gains tech. screen(s): Stocks and Shares. Anti-Trust Corporate-Monopoly. Government-Dictator-ship. Non-monopoly buy-off sell-off and take-over buy-backs and greenbacks

Quantity surveying-costs and price.

Bonded-Global Government (BGG) GDP securities…

(I)mpact peaks and costs’ rise and fall.

Faster and slower…

Peaks and Troughs.

Impact on-costs of-Tariffs on (i)m-ports from abroad equalling-out across different-good(s) cost(s) and service(s).

Stronger and weaker revenue-growth, any growth, domestically, and abroad, gone too-far out…

Re-trenchment, in the surrounding countryside; and see out the winter and summer trends, spring and autumn: Benchmark:Marker-Price (BMP):

N/n: Global Interest Rate Economique (GiRE).

Gross, and Net Domestic Product PPP (Purchasing Power Parity) as costs and expenditure to the thousands and millions and billions and now trillions, quadrillions that make up Global-Trade: as we go along: US Dollar and China Yuan.

India and Germany. Switzerland. Hong Kong. Argentina and Turkey. Indonesia and Australia.

Africa/Arabia: digital knowhow and skills to produce doctors and scientists better employed up to now, abroad. Months Home-Leave. With family and children. Parents and grand-parents, if still alive, the richer the more likely.  

Over reliant on Foreign Capital: U.S. Dollar or Yuan:  to base currency: and know-how from all over. Euro-Russe Empiric: Millennial Roman Anglo-English, French and Spanish and Portuguese speaking, all over the world. Arabic and Hebrew.

Both: the same now, as far as either of them or anyone on the train there, or anywhere-else knew as of:

All: Business-Dealings: Commerce that evening, instant, before: Put(s). Stayed.

Both now in the knowledge&thinking assumed of the other.

Both assumingly knowingly, unknowingly, yet simply pictorially–imagining that morning, the scene as unchanged from the nighttime before.

Then, as now: inside the City Stock-Market Building heavy-teakwood mahogany doors, tightly-closed hermetically-sealed a normally fluorescent glow turned-off.  Except for a single computer-screen presence, remaining-there:

Markets Closed. as if readied for all time, previously, for this day.

As if this had never happened before. Yet it had.

From the evening-before, as in pointless pointed dire-warning once installed, as if permanently.

Equivocally, perhaps, warnings’ automatically not to be taken too-literally, ignored, or ind(e)finitely normally meaning: before the cleaners had cleaned-up and some, but then, not-everyone- else had been cleaned-out.

Laundered clothes new and or not from the laundry.

Before psych€delic nightlife restaurant and television cabaret, the latest news and sport, weather and transport.

Then re-pose taken the on-message only that:

‘The-Markets will be open sooner rather than later.’

‘This same-day?’

‘Already?’

‘Agreed?’

Both:

‘As any other day.’

‘Business as Usual.’

‘This-Day.’  

This-day taking-over the competing computer-programmers’ co-operatively collectively collaboratively algorithmically team-metering as an un-licensed  taxi-cab carrying and insuring business-plans financially under-written and over-insured under-insured, over-written, or re-insured, or not-insured at all:

Violence-suspected

‘An Act of God!’

‘The Markets on Auto-Selling…’

‘A.I. I owe U. An Act of Us!’ not pre-programmed virtual-win, lose, or draw, cancelled postponed, or re-negotiated: The Annual Animal-Urge

To risk and win and/or destroy through miss-take existential-error…

Circumstantial un-fathomable into living-obliteration, nevertheless, un-de-con-strained…

Imposing, the investment-and Merchant-Bankers’ Accountancy-Clerk: en-suring not in-suring the values of private-equity stock in Government and Peoples’ Currency Industrial-Bonds individually personally self-owned, by self, or other, the amount of money in the system.

Priced-out, cash-back, borrowed on payday loan 

Accountant-Clerks’ savings-account pension-&in-surance, and country clear profit-too.

Government-Taxes, paid-in, or not.

Unemployment-Benefit, or not.

Disability and Illness payment as compensation, in sickness and in-health.

Or, not.

Un-paid breaks taken:

AbroadSuitcases full of cash it may as well be, except electronically and to-be taken-back with inward-investment, re-payment in compensation hitting-growth and R&D un-taxed.

Yet hardly covering the original computer-crime in sin in-bribes and back-handers’ dodgy-deals, reneged-on, millions of them, billions, now trillions soon-to-be quadrillions…  

Of no-risk fixed-rates’ false-accounting cash-in-the-bank.

Cash stayed out-of-the-bank.

Gold and Gems. 

Stayed-out. Moved. Ill-liquidated, stashed-away: unavailable to-government, or to the-People to spend. Of the-Family-Business and as of small-Company-Name(s): seen briefly as painted hoarding pasted on the side-of-buildings.

Plastic: Advertising as along the em-bankment Railway-Track, tram-lines alongside sidings and stations to be passed-through at high-speed, non-stopping…

All else, stopped.

Closed, shrunk, and engulfed by-globular enlarged Corporations’ advertising-hoardings for Banks’ Currency Economic-Zone and Country-Town passed-through.

High-Street: branches, shops and currency-exchanges as-laundering risked domestic clearing-houses for re-turns, or no-re-turn:

‘By the end of this-day…’

‘All-won or lost? Banks? Shops. People…’

On screen:

‘Purchasing-Power.’

‘Profit-to-Interest Rate(s).’

‘Equity. Stood-still. Quits? 50/50%? Who wins does not lose.’

‘Who loses does not win.’

‘Really?’ 

All investing higher-and-higher with insecure unsecured funds in stocks and insurances: inter-bank loans re-insurances and re-sales…within (closed-text) the listings…

Over and into…

All most as suddenly as the whole front-page picture re-pasted into-memory…

For the-Clerk far from assuaging the culpability of the-other now exposed as the deplorably irresponsible and reckless lender, not, as yet, wrecked-borrower, wreaked havoc-upon.

To: the-Banker, the-Clerk cast now as the likely irresponsible yet hapless helplessly indebted, no-deposit poor credit-rating history first-time mortgaged and-possibly employee.

As in: Bank-loaned as salaried invested monthly paid-off to be paid-back payday pay-check non-paper money: metallic on-screen backed and banked:shopped…spent… 

The-Bankers’ Newspaper front-page pictorial held-out, taut-and-proud, as a flag of convenience.

Or as a crumpled bank-note.

Opened, to the light of day, as checking the veracity of foldin’ money: cash: 

Bill-Fold Bank-Account the-Clerk knew; and returned, momentarily, to the hand-held, now re-opening news-filtering-screen newspaper heard again as the rustling of dry-leaf cadaver.

‘Ex-e-cutive: Golden-Account!’

‘Oil&Gas:’

‘Paying-over and-again.’

This: Plastic-Age.’

Outside the Train-Carriage: the weather not that inclement, or autumnal for the leaves to be springing, rising from their branches, or be freely-falling as snow-covered as foraging nuts and berries, for the long cold winter.

The Newspaper turned crisply inside-out and halved-again. Both to the same page skim-read by the-Clerk earlier: pre-registered up-front…next page…and as World-Wide-Web free and as-expected to be paid-for not:-freely-enabled seen with advertisements, and scammed, both skipped…to:

The (I)nsider-Report:

As of today there is so much owed, by so many, that cannot start to be paid-out or paid-back this day, or the next. This morning the Stock-Markets are closed. Once more World-Trade has ground a halt. All credit and trading, has been suspended. The trading of stocks and shares in recent times has left prices at such all-time high-levels, that, overnight, have collapsed. We are yet again in the grip of the greatest global fiscal and financial- fiasco, the greatest ever Economic Global-Crisis, ever, again.

Further-down:

This morning in Geneva there is to be an announcement of the International Conference on Monetary Compliance (ICMC). There is to be a declaration of economic policy and intent. This announcement is expected to stabilise major-global currencies and exchange-rates, at some mutually-agreed rate. To boost-confidence in the Banking-System and in Global Fiscal-Policy, and World-Trade. A shared-protocol, at Midday, World Mean-Time (WMT) today, by the Global-Gold International Date-Line we will be bankrupted, bank-rolled, bailed out by each of our Governments …

Then:

‘There will be winners, and there will be-losers…’ spoken out-loud.

Looking-up The-Banker as from The-Clerks’ laid-back attitude, drawn from the impending appended silence.

The-Banker now self-imposed as if exiled imaged point-of-view of the pictured closed-markets of:

The-Barrel:

‘The Photo?’

‘AKA: The-CageCalculated-Risk?’

‘Join the-Game?’

‘Game?’

‘Risk?’

‘Markets Closed.’

‘No-real-risk…then. Limited-liability. Only the de-tails to be added.’

‘Then?’

The-Banker, on-mobile cell-phone earpiece bartered furtively and openly and loudly and con-fidently as if now con-fidentially swapped hand-signals and punched the air slapped both-palms together:

‘High-fives! We are in the tens…six…seven! Billions? Trillions if you Will!’ and holding a-hand over the heart openly-palmed, and as sat, bowed slightly winked, a single staring- eye, as stooped to conquer:

‘Trillions, now…’

‘Quadrillion?’ with on-screen confirmation…re-directingconfirming… password…and printed-off paper-copy waved-frantically financial-agreement-stipulating:

‘Only to be signed-off…’ lifted from the floor brief-case revealed laptop lapped at reading-off as:

The-Clerk now speaking:

‘770-billion assets signed-off according-to…’

‘Trillions for Every One of US on this Planet, then?@Hell! No! No-one-else but Us.?’

‘No-one else? But?’

‘Us? Paradise? Fighting Forest-Fires?’

‘Ultra-Power: Corruption and Lies…’

‘Oil, Gas and clean-Water-supplies cut-off?’

From: Imperious-Presidential Colonial-Farm Petty-Plantation:

UnderGround-Railway: and own-owned at-Home.

The-Clerk continuing:

‘But the Markets are Closed.’

Deal(s) to be added, then?’

‘Details? How many-Trillions-more?’

‘Before-what?’

‘All is Lost?’

‘De-valued?’

‘Bought-out.’

‘What?’

‘Sold-off? That is the name of the Game? Selling-off? Selling-out? Others? Buying-up to the lowest bidder(s)’ Labour. Workers? Highest-People bought-off

‘Same.’

‘Difference…’

‘To the-Buyer. Or to the-Seller?’

‘Buyers’ market?’

‘Seller?’

‘Dealt-with.’

‘Deals?’

‘Debt?’

‘Done.’ and with a nod, laterally entrusted, undisputed, and further endorsed over-lengthy client mid-day luncheon tied-in: gifting as-charity by guilt-association expense-account accounted-for; and through, (I)nitial (P)ublic-(P)rivate Offer?

electronic-signatory: pass-name and number and as a matter of public-record:

‘De-tails?’

‘No-longer negotiable…’

‘Always…’

‘Or ever-were?’

The-Banker:

‘Then?’

Tapping keyboards:

‘Then?’

Then:

‘All to-be ironed-out today. All the-Clerks’ of All the-Worlds’ Works!’

As if spoken be-fore, many-times, both.

Informa(t)-kwiki: transparent liquid-like, solicited.

Solid as an assignment. Scenario: Proposition. Projected, through the air cloud-like as before the-bell was rung for-departure.

As a warning-to-anyone last-boarding the train-doors closed the train-carriage sealed and seated up-front aside:

‘I don’t know what to make of ‘It’. Yet…’

pause

Then The-Clerk bought the-thought snickered slightingly to-self, as if spoken to self.

Then: that sarcastic-thought or was it sardonic? outlined out loud:

‘But I’ll bet we will find-out later but soon-enough anyway, don’t you?’ sounded-differently.

As if someone-else had spoken the words instead.

As a gauntlet-glove thrown-down, to be picked-up:

‘O.K. If that’s what you make of it.’

‘What will I make-out of-it?’

‘To-day.’

Only as instantly-realised now, and as at the time-of-speaking earlier and that short-moment-later as-spoken now irritatingly in-timating im-itating only-now at the-Gamble seemingly committed-to.

The uncertainty now at-such a communally, yet privately, and now seemingly shared-venture.

This seemingly reasonable or now un-reasonable as yet un-priced, as yet only a projected-proposal.

There would be a price; and a cost too:

‘Purchase-Price Investment (PPI) and re-sale onward: that is all you need to know’…as yet, an un-bidden offer in-prospect to follow-up the seemingly automatically-accepted challenge, as yet to be fully realised:

‘O.K.’ as well as the-other, each spoken-now and heard and now-seen:

‘No going-back now.’

Both now considering the import of these words, the more thoroughly, thoughtfully, perhaps, than said and heard out-spoken mere-words spoken, written, now as to the-enterprising enquiry, requiring further-reply?

In-turns?

Or not?

Now: the earlier previously saved in-memory and as the first respondent again.

The-Clerk ignoring the possibility again of turn-taking, with another supplementary, yet elementary-question:

‘Why?’

‘Why?’

’Who?’

‘Is?’

‘What?’

Puzzlement pre-dicated predicament predict-able: seconded now by both-speakers.

Triplicated, as in triangulation here, almost-identically mindfully apart reflected against all others on the train.

On: The-Train (i)n the Train-Carriage: others-visible and seeing, through adjoined wood metal and leather cloth plastic-air cooled-compartment and as if no-further a-part or closer-to or from each others’-truth and in each-others’ minds: and all this meant? 

Exactly? And how soon?How soon, is now? How much is-enough? And: How much is at stake here?

Exactly? as instantly both now re-gretting the opening-given to the ex-clusion of anyone-else in the rumbling bone-rattling carriage: as both-enjoined as ad.-vertently now in a two-way dialogue of which at that immediate-point there was persisting yet only limit(ed.) course cause coarse core dis-orienting or mis(t)(y)(f)ying or any other-wise ver(i)fiable:

Group-Loop: (i)(n)formation

WarFair4:1.1. The Day the-Markets Collided.

Warfair4.2. Into The Abyss…

Warfair4.3. Crash! Global-Treason…

WarFair4.4. Global-Citizen.

Also by M.Stow:

Walter Mepham (A First World War true family and personal stories)

EarthCentre:The End of the Universe (An Anthropic Odyssey)

Universal Verses

Pan Tan-Gou

Arctol

Other short stories and poetry

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