They speak often of
the new "perimeter of the bubble." Arcane maths and human structures are created to prop up the imagination and some engine long forgotten - called hope - lives beneath the interest rates and term sheets... (We still dream of the stars and sea.) There is an ironic and illogical splitting of value - not unlike the soft effervescent bubbles emerging in frothy frenzy in a champagne flute Racing at once to spill their pressure into the receptive and dry atmosphere. (Even so - still or sparkling - the wine must be good.) They speak of the big pops and IPO - with POS's in CRM's - and it is at times just a list of - too many acronyms. Intentionally aloof from the human experience. We can hunger here in the desert for rain and seek respite with ozone as perfume for the hungry and thirsty trees. They say this is the new era of gold and to crest at the frothy waves of the bubbles makes it feel even further from the stars and the sea... Quietly - the clouds collect and sigh - awaiting the rainy season. - Meg Mude October 5, 2014 |