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WarFair4: The Day the Market(s) stood still…
Into The Abyss… Global-Citizen.
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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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‘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
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.
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.
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?
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.
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¬product 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.
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
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.
He and She eventually, buying:
Home-Owners, now. Investors in their own future, and their children’s children, and their’s owned, in
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.
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
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:
‘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:
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.
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.!’ 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,
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.
‘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?’
‘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:
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
‘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.
4. 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-
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.
‘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:
‘Technological and Fiscal ex-pan(s)(i)on…’
‘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:
‘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!!!’
‘Of: The Proletariat?’
‘Free-Trade Monopolyies? Eat Social-Democracyies…’
‘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.’
‘There to stay. Familial. Monarchial-Presidential:’
‘Ballot or Bullet@?’
‘Any family alive?’
Dictatorship for the Proletariat.
Of the Soviet Military Bureaucrat Bloc.
China. 5G U.S. Eyes in the Sky.
‘Good-tactics? Buy-in? Global? Know of Any?’
‘Tactics? Civilization? Rule of Law?’
‘A good idea…but…’
‘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…’
‘Land. And destroying…
‘Forest-Funding’ by incomprehensible debt-instrument…
‘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.’
‘Or not at all? Now?’
‘Corporate-Greed. Fraud. Corruption…’
‘Sexploitation with violence-in-defence…’
‘Monopolies’ spent on Family Charity Big-Projects…’
‘Perhaps the-Price of Civilisation?’
‘Bringing in the good(s).’
Bought-Off. Hostage to Fortune(s)…
Same as it’s ever been…
Bringing in the-Harvest…
‘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:
‘Double-Bubble of everything, triple.’
‘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!
‘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!’
‘Trade? How? Trainers? Children’s athletic shoe-school in Cambodia and Bangla-Desh, Pakistan…’
‘Western-Afghanistan and …
‘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:
Liquidated by the National-Colonial Army…gang-raping and shooting: male and female shamed breasts and limbs hacked-off punishment:
Reign of Terror
Palace no-way out
Without Escape Plan (WEP)
‘Got away with Murder!’
Sri-Lanka Bharat Euro-Russe Australian
‘Land and more besides: Desert and Caucasian-Mountains…’
‘Irani and Iraqi and Syrian Desserts Food-Crisis Humanitarian.’
‘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…’
‘Clean-Water: Gas. Oil. Monetised:’ moaned…
‘Digital: Macro-Economics for: Outright-Profit.’
‘Max. of: The People?’
‘Minority-Dictatorship of the Elite:’
‘Party. Monopoly-Capitalism Government every sector 5^6 including (i)nvestment Merchant-
Trade Banking: loans to the shops and factories and into peoples’
Characteristic(s): New-Era: Global: five and six…
‘At seven billions…’
‘Plastic. Over-All:Sector Energy and Material Goods…’
‘All-Over sector. Stocked and Stored.’
‘Bought and Sold? Fixed far-ahead: Registered-Bank(s): As-if…’
‘Bonus on top of that! Paying no-Taxes.’
‘Who pays Taxes? Offshore Banking Business OBB)?’
‘ConSumer. 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…’
Re-Investment? Re-Insurance?’ bundled-risk:
## ’ Now!’
‘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?’
‘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:
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! Safe working-conditions NHS Welfare State
Over-loss€(sssh…) one-year re-trenchment in the surrounding countryside, and see out the winter
Benchmark:Marker-Price: N/nnn: Global Interest Rate. Health&Socialcaring…
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.
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 noose dropping not of
gold ore but valuable rubber.
En-Slaving Israel-to-Egypt and returning…
Arabic Roman Anglo-English Australian
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 enslaving race women trans anything you want to, accepted as others with respect as dead.
Chinese, Arabic and Hebrew.
Latin, English, and Urdu/Hindi.
Fascist-Europe Russe-CEO: Iliogarches everywhere in hoc to The Leader the Leader in hoc to them, who will win out?
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 bread&bullets bullets&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, bitten numbers on screen(s)
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
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.
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…’
‘As any other-day?’
‘So, what do you make of it now, then?’
‘Business as Usual?’
‘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…
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
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
paid-in, or not.
Corporate Taxes dropped…
Unemployment-Benefit, or not.
Well-Fare. Tax-Grab(s) everywhere
Well-Fair ability and illness credit as
Contract-Compensation or re-compense in sickness and in health.
Or, not. WarFare4.com
Un-paid breaks taken: tea/toilet booked in-and-out Healthcare&welfare as we shall most definitely need at the final-end. World WarFare4.com…again.
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 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.
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?’
‘Or still stood still?’
#’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-home 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:
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:
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…
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 WMT: World Mean-ime today, by the International Date-Line will…
‘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 imag(ed.) point-of-view of the pictured closed-markets of:
‘AKA: The-Cage.’: calculated-risk?
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!’
‘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:
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:
‘700-Billion assets signed-off? One for Every One of US share-holder voters…’#
‘On this Planet!’
‘Dis-possessed…’ bundles in Ghetto mixed-housing and vigilant…
‘What we want is live wiki-feed…’
‘Needs? Monetarise@Hell! No! No-one-else but Us?!’
‘Fire-Fighting. Ultra-Power: Corruption and Lies…’
‘Oil, Gas and Water-supplies cut-off.’
From: Imperial-Colonial Farm:
Petty Land-Owner Plantation:
Home own-owned lived-in at Home.
‘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 unto themsel(f)ves?
‘To the lowest bidder(s)…Public. People bought-off…’
‘Loaned back-out. Same.’
‘FEDS Bio-Engineering Solar Wind&Water.’#
‘Culture-Politics. Communist/Capitalist Partyies’ Family-Fortunes!!’
‘To the Familyies?’
#’ To the-Buyer. Or to the-Seller? Buyers’ market?’
‘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:
‘No longer negotiable…’
‘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.’
‘We Always Do What We Want.‘
‘Business as Usual.’
‘What will you make out-of-it, then? Later-0n TDAY!’
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…
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:
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 nylon poly-ester 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?
What& 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 in-advertently now as 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…
5. 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.’
‘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…Come Back To Morrow?’
Then, in response to an expected but not received, not ill-received:
‘Still; there is Hope.’
‘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!’
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?’
‘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 wel-fare ben(e) fits, 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?’
‘Been there years some of them.’
‘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 getting back into the chat:
‘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…’ pointing to the plastic bread-wrapped,
‘I took that one outback but you can have it.’
‘What about your family’
‘We shall have tomorrow.’ The Shopkeeper concluded.
At the docks and ports according to TV pointing to the corner(s) of: The Shop and on the ceiling from where
CCTV Globe-TV 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: notice:
Re-manufacturing Re-Ducing re-Usine
‘You can bring-it here4cash…notice: This Country is a Cock-house Casino. Henhouse then? Just? Like the last time?’
‘Not-Just. And like the Time before that. Not-even(s). No money in the Bank. No food on the table!’
‘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? Countryie sides Nation-State.’
‘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.
#these other-Cowboy Spacegirl don’t want to pay!
‘I’ll just up-and-go sometime, leave it all behind…’
‘Leave it to who?’
‘Less than Zero.’
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 invisible
Military-Industrial Complex until-now…
(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
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
‘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
‘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!’
‘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…’
‘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?’
‘They’ve closed the Bakery-Works again. Do You Know that?’
‘Where do We get Our Bread&Cakes now then?’ sardonic.
‘Credit-Crisis again, you know?’ haha: Import/Export: Shop(s):
Chains. People as
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!’
She’d said, and the shopkeeper at the same time and place:
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.’
‘Only in the news when there something extraordinary like a death on the street. In custody. That’s where they should be.’
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-
‘Government-Tax. Welfare. Train-Fare? Unfair!’
Market-advancing there share(s):N%/n%: Chains:5/6 Glo(b)all(y). Unbound:4Prometheus: Red-Queen. BlackKnight. White-Horses’ horde(s)…
‘Paid? Trainfare? War-Fair?’
‘Don’t say that or it may happen!’
‘Is happening everyday, every…’
‘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 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:
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
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
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
‘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:
#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!?
#‘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…
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?
#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).
‘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:
‘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:’
‘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…
‘Democratic-Populism Free and Fair:’
‘Geographic-Number(s):’ adding-up minority threatened:
‘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…’
‘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!’
‘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!’
‘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…
Elite-Tech.-Corp.(s). Government of People(s) of themsel(f)ves:…
Popular as compromising enemies through
Media-Shopping and the Ballot-Box:Science: #
‘As any day…’
‘Midday. WarFair4.com EvO-lution: Silicon-Valley and Mine(s) now Majorally Ads’ Revenue:
(I)ncentivized and: Con.!’
‘It is not lost be-cause is only on-screen information but because it is@Uranium Silicate
‘That ‘We’ possess own earn?’
‘Numbers on a screen…to letters and pictures, evidence telling you what they mean?’
‘Or, what you think they may mean? False-promise(s).’
‘Golden. We staked all our money on gold, and gold it must be exchanged for…’
Gaming-monetarizing money arising:
‘Money High-rolling dice…’
‘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 >’
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, <to rise? Or, to fall >.
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.
The Banks had been shut before:
‘Paid or unpaid?’
‘#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.’
‘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?’
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:
‘What? Divide-again and-Rule?’
‘Global Basic Salary-Insurance…’
‘Government: Pay-Bonds and Tax-Tarif(s) Session…’
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.
4. 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:
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…’
‘That are the previously drowned-out?’
‘Hung from the-Bridge?’
‘Mental! Metal. And Oil and Gas and Minerals…’
‘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:
‘Life! Always! Innovation. That’s what make it exciting.’
‘Even Financially rewarding…’
‘Each season brings…’
‘New things. Experimental as in ‘Scientific’?’
‘An Act of Trust.’
‘So, who wins?’
‘We do. Win-Win!’
‘Free-Trade? The Richest World-Business Politician leaders’…Newspapers…’
‘Old-Fart! Not at all of us, haha.’
‘Everyday. Everyday returns!’
‘No, not all of us…’
‘All the time otherwise…’’
‘Fair-shares. Somewhere-else: Not. Worse.’
‘Greedy, then? Usury!!’
‘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!’
‘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?’
‘Sows’ sows ears!’
‘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.
6. The Wrecking-Ball.
The-Clerk asking now:
‘So. How did ‘We’ get into this 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…’
‘This little-Turbulence…’ the-Banker perhaps unexpectedly uncompromising in response, to the-Clerks’ questioning, reckoning:
‘Wrecking-Ball!!’ banging both closed fists together.
‘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?’
‘A growling Jaguar squawking screeching-Macaw-Monkey Market if you like! A Liger!’
‘Acceptance, only Natural.’
‘Bonfire? Of the Vanities!’
‘‘It’ doesn’t matter what you call ‘It’’
‘The Bigger Picture (TBP)…’
Thinking outside in the-box…
From apparently outside the carriage momentarily looked blankly, thought and spoke, the-Banker thought through the glass:
‘Financial voter-fear everywhere.’
Looking away, and then back:
‘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:
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…‘
‘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.’
‘Shared? The International-Banks and Economic-Zones:
Government and Corporation(s): IT is a Global Market.’
‘Now the bottom has fallen out of it? No. Share the Pain?’
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:
‘You think this is Easy, too?’ as if practiced before.
The-Clerk taking and reading the-card noted:
‘Rational-Logistics. Import/Export: Boom!’
‘Stopped. Prices…Failure. Tax-Sub-sid(y)(s) or Sanc-Tion(s):
‘SubPrime: Mort-Gages: Negative-equity: stay for five-year(s): Homeless.’
‘No-Debt(s) as such, you see?’
‘Tax-Evasion? Do you hold a position that effects how you are taxed?’
‘You will be judged by your decisions?’
‘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):’
‘Administer. 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(er)/poor(er) list(s):
‘Subsid(y)ie(s): Examination invigilator?’
‘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…
‘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-
‘Like the-last night?’
‘Others’ collapsed completely.’
‘As the others…’
‘Short! Risen by more…’
‘Buy them up?’
‘You got IT!’
‘No, you got it…’
‘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.’
‘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:
‘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?’
‘To be sold-on…’
‘With non-existent Judicial-Credit.’
‘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?’
‘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:
‘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.’
‘Fire and Ambulance. Army/Police: Hospital and Social-Worker(s):’
‘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…’
‘Relative to others. Not of-themselves toxic…’
‘But toxic of whatever noxious-currency they are being bought and sold-for!’
‘Or-not, as the case may be.’
‘Negotiable, shall we say?’
‘The-property of whoever has bought or been sold-out. As: moneyed-share(s) in the first place.’
‘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:
‘Between one day and the-next…’
‘Until this Day.’
‘When the-Bear laid-down?’
‘Or clawed Its way back…’
‘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…
‘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?’
‘Was it correct? Or not?’
The-Clerk checking-accounts’ screen: clicking: <Accounts? closing…instantly closed-down…
<Profit in… T1:T2…less previous…
>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?’
‘Computer-Company: or Glass: building-sand@:
‘Profit-margins n/N…’ rapidly typing numbers and entering the fray…
‘Bonus! Stays! Stay-Put. Until they are Put. Again?’
‘All that is in the-Future…’
‘So, it doesn’t matter, now?’
‘Blinging!’ behind the scenes.
Future stabilizing then immediately:
‘Back onto the Dealing-room floor leveraging core-competencies…’
‘Pay for today!’
‘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…’
‘To re-finance the 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…’
‘Never. Insurance. Never use that word!’
Pen(£)ionPersonal-Private Investements’ (i)nterest-rate(s):…felled payments increased with surety of:
Inter-Bank (IB) Inter-Governmental (IG):
‘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…’
Re-called. Stepped-back, looked. Stepped-up…and in again:
‘Yes. I know that.’
‘The Conference: To stabilize: Major Global-Currenc(y)ies: against each-other…’
‘I know that too!’
‘At some lower fiscal rate agreed. Or not? Yet? Higher?’
‘You got it!’
‘No, You got It.’
At the same time:
‘If You got it they got you.’
‘What-if: The Inter-National Conference.’
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:
‘That they must Do!’
‘Their will, of course, they must!’
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:’
‘Troop(s)er(s): at points and places…’
‘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…
‘No-one knows how this will turn out.’
‘That is one-way where sport differs from…’
‘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…’
‘Korey Wise. Yusef Salaam. Linda Fairstein. Park Madison Square Gardens.’
‘Ava du Vernay.’
‘Trust Project. Fam(i)l(y) e-fi®m(s)…’
‘Good Law Project. Democratic proportional rep.(s) reflect voters and non-voters views proportionately or…’
‘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 flight…’
‘Fight. Real or imagined…’
‘Over, and over, in-detail?’
‘Does not Bear-witness?’
‘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?’
‘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…’
‘That is All?’
‘(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:
<Re-Insurance: Big: Business: Shares-falling…’
>No longer rising…’ as unknown before…a-moment…then:
<Payback Time! @The Big-Banks: National and Private: Family-International: Global Co’s CEO:
‘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:
‘Trade-ins? For what?’
‘Call It what you will…’
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?
‘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?’
As Embargo Sanctions really-stopped:
‘Re-started: food-shortages and no-water, how about that?’
‘Bite! Market4what? Currency?’
‘Waste! Data! We Grow Our Own! Stable Healthy-(E)conomyies…’
‘Purely-Financial-agreement’s…’on the sly sky-line glanced, surreptitiously or openly simply unchallenged:
‘Then IT is down to others. Us? Politicians. People.’
‘Or Sold-off. Buyers or Sellers’ Market?’
‘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:
‘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¬ social-care. Target for-eternity…’
‘Could be. Family-Farm? or Something?’
‘Something…’ as a small-Business flourishing…
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:’
‘You could say that. Monetary-Terms&Conditions Trade(s)-Union(s): and that which will decide the-
‘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!’
‘Gold! now Money itself!’
Pica Nano-second by second…
‘’It’ is only having that Competitive-edge.’ -Elect/ric.
‘Nationally? I see it in you. You’re a ‘Natural!’
A bit too sarcastically, or was it ironical, or even:
‘To be honest…’
‘Anglo: French Kings’ Country.’
‘Queens’? Elle-Presidiente! National-State!’
Western-Russe: Caucus: Iberian Semitic
Euro-Greater British with Celtic and Gaelic Ireland
Scotti again and again…
English-Midlands’ Northampton from Tilbury to:
Rigged fak(ed.) NEW(S)BITE:
‘New(s) numbers on re-peat…’’
‘Each Generation: does its’ best.’
‘You mean you haven’t been up ‘til now?’
‘Noooo…Country? To be honest…’
‘Too honest, perhaps?’
‘All of us.’
‘Or, none. Everything I say is false…News? You think?’
‘Only if True?’
‘Only if True.’
‘If Only The-Truth. Only if Naturalised National-State.’
‘Known lyin’ and cheatin’…’
‘Human Nature: Animal–Spirits…’ self
Citizen. Country-Den(i)zen other-observ(ed.) self-fulfilling in the glow of a naturalistic-fallaciously held- privately…and publicly-renewed admiration:
‘Asteroid belt can’t keep us together…’
‘We prepare for ‘It’.’
‘‘We’ Will? Our-Will?’
‘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?’
‘Only another Trading-Game: Cost-Price(s) War(s):’
‘Battles’ Bullets&Bandage(s): and…’
‘Asteroid belt can’t hold them together…
‘Army-Class? Workers. Labours’ Humanitarian-Aid: Government(s)’
Royal-Secular: Nation-States: de-salinate sat(ed.) salt(ed.)
‘All going down unless we catch up with I.T!’
‘Jobs and Mortgage!’
‘…Agnostic is enough.’
‘And Savings…’ going-down…
‘What savings? Investment(s). Oh…’
‘Family-Business? Livelihood? Loans?’
‘And the Credit-Debit Loyalty-Card(s):…’
‘Pay-Day Loan(s) (PDL):’
‘Debts that go with…’
‘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?’
‘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!’
‘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:’
Number(s) on a screen:
‘Theyonly 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…’
‘People. N/nnn. Yes. Democratic Majority-Now! Free&Fair! Check(ed.)…’
‘Then. Dropped out now…’
‘The-Big and little banks…’
‘Corporation(s) Of Us?’
‘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:..’
‘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?
‘Home? Quotatives Bail-out, that is all they want…’
‘Your Belongings, eh?’
‘Your Government! Independent Private-Business (IPBs).’
‘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…’
Equity Familial Firm Company Limited. Good.
‘Noooo…Country? To be honest…’
‘Rent. Not-bought yet…’
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…
State re-fused Health and Social-Care Goods and Services…housing rent&own:
‘That as well. Super Hyper-G Lobal-Market(s)! What do You want to b-known for?’
‘You owe already…so, why not continue? EveryOne Does!’
‘Owe what, myself?’
‘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:
‘For: Profits as in-creased debt and/or de-creased…’
‘Never-exactly equals…N. crushes, exploits and takes over…’
‘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.’
The-Clerk, to the-Banker:
‘Close of Play?’
‘Time to Pay…’
‘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:
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:
‘Re-Pent up often enough you get to the top.’
‘Not! Bandits! Ha-ha.’
‘Got IT yet? So, there, you haven’t IT, yet!’
‘No, you have got it!’
‘No! You have got ‘It!’
‘The Umpires’ Whistle?’
‘Managing the Game?’
‘Staid. Time-0ut! Foul! Move! nn to NN Metre-line! Out-the-Park!’
Dropping-down, the eyes, leaned slightly forward, looking into keenly:
<Enquire-upon…@…from the Market-place…
> >Credit…plus/minus…Debit…indebted…to: Bank of You: opening…
<Balance-Book. Capital-Asset(s): list…to sell-off…then…to cover-confusion…
>Co-Lateral: owed amounts: to: lists…out-goings…that must be-have paid…
<By Who? When? Why?
>Up-and-Down. Need-cash? because the-debt you started-with is the-one you’re stuck-with: Life? <May as well be…already worth more, or less than one-second ago…not only increasing the-debt…but decreasing the chances…of-recovery…as the-likelihood probability, of that-debt ever being paid-off… <Logistic(s):Forcing your Currency to be de-valued:
<You get less-for-more: for-example: when you spend your currency abroad on-Your-Imports to Your–
Y’our-(e)xports are priced-high to Others’
(E)x-ports to You…as to yourself named: list: (I)m-ports that you need, are expensive, to you…
>Only what I need….
<Never mind the-Luxuries…
>You can-afford them…
<You need: items: list…
¢ Bare-necessities of Life;
>That You need to pay-off: Your Loans: list…and your…
<Bank- Militant-Momentum Legionaire#OverDraft:
N/nnn…and buying the things you need from abroad…
>Buy currencies? portable…
<What money? <
<Except your home… <
>Loaning money to buy with? <
<Those Corps shared in the Billions…
>COPS?! Buy your bank and building society…
<Securit(y)ies. Trillion(s): Now! Pensions e(n)surance < <Loans to pay-off loans… < Big-Tech.&Talk Time:nnn/nnn/NNN:
>Crashed! < Security
<’StartedAgain’ Casino <
<Break the Bank then… <
>Break the Trust…then… <
<Mugged then… <
>That’s about it…
<Buying-out other(s) < National-Sovereign Currencies?
<N0? : <Buying-up stalled. Markets Closed. Blue-Chip. Bead-Trade winner.
>Cash-account…in the bank… <
>The numbers stay the same… <
<The value changed? <
>I don’t know! Why would I do that unless I was going on-holiday!
< Git IT! On ‘Holiday’!
- Religious Re-Publican!
- Right/Left each…
- Health: Employment based@Bank::Exports/Imports: n/N not-N/n… <
<Government Bonds@Travelers-Checks? <
>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… < <Inflationary? And Devaluing?!
<Buy privately owned government bonds/debts unlimited but for agreement for government to write-off…
>Debts: Nn…default with Dignity? <
<De-feat, with valour! <
>De-values yours against them…in monetary-terms… <
<So, the monetary value of the currency against? Others < currency… <
>Or Currency-zone? <
<Yes. Or Country-Zones…
<What is owed Caesar is owned by Caesar what is Caesars’
> Sie-ZED All: Federal-re-serves…
>Be-Sieg(ed.) Reducing: N…n… < Exports: for currency and the stuff currency buys…this is more-
important than the actual goods < value of the goods… <
>Or the currency? list… <
<I want to trade for currency alone? <
>What do you want to trade-for-currency?
<The-Bank <s: list: For Goods? Stocks?
>Servicing: National-Currency: list…
>To pay-off the debt, loan-credit… <
Clay…paper-plastic Concrete recycling re-enforcing safest cheapest free! Be Best
RE-cycling using remaking&creating all-of us all the time… <No holds.
>Lost to the World.
>Jimmy. John and Bob ‘Barclays’
Diamond. <Joe Dimon character:
‘Temper in a Teapot!’
➢ Zeno’s Arrows!
<Angelo ‘Countrywide’ Mozillo. Meryl, Ken and Hank. > Treasury-Secretariat: Troubled Assist Relief Programme:’
> Fraud! Inter-
Bank(s)… < New:
>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:
<Global Banking: Federal: Re-serves: bailing out the Bank(s):
>Other: Fed. Res.@Presidents like own pockets…
>Fred the Shred!
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:
<Peso’s/ Rea and Rupee…: forbearance of your…Z:
‘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)!’
‘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:
‘To get Home: Labour Workforce:’
‘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
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-
<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?
<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.
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: …
>Selfish Objectivism? Does not-compute: The Panic of 2008: does…
>unselfish Objectivism…computing all possibilities: now…
<The-Market’s: lists…of lists…
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:
‘As of this morning…’
‘Has already happened.’
‘What’s done is done.’
‘**IT is what it is.’
‘The Worlds’ Markets’ un-doing…’
‘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…’
‘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:
‘Of-course! Private. Confidential. Between. Us?’
‘Bluffing?’ at a moment of National&Global concern:
‘At another relatively higher-point?’
‘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-
‘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…’
‘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
‘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.
State-Farm Warnings! On the side screen-panels rapidly absorbed concerning the latest sports and business-media soccer superstars and of the silver-screen:
TV 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 media-Mogul Magnate-Oligarch
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
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…
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…
Adapt(ed.) first mutate later contemporary survival of the fittest and luckiest
Horizontal-vision standing in-water and out. Bio-Mass.
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
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?
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!’
‘No more Hand-Outs!’ let slip:
‘No more Bail-outs?’
‘This Be-n(e)fits Peoples’ Friends&Family Loyaltyies Card!’
‘Them, as well.’
‘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!’
‘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:
> The Rational-Equitable…
<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…
Advertising-Wars. RE-placed MS:
Dis-placed Visa: Rational-Equitable: Corporate-Capital:
<Free-advertising…let ‘em know your there…
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:
<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.):
>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.
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
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
All social-care and some de-finition of other that deserved to die for the false-flag Cause&Principles
Beyond communist/capitalist fascist-dictator…
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
Also by M.Stow:
WarFair4: The Day the Market(s) finally collapsed…part two
Walter Mepham (A First World War true family and personal story)
EarthCentre:The End of the Universe (An Anthropic Odyssey)
Arctol & other short novels, stories and poetry…All copyright@M.Stow.2020 all rights reserved