“Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.” Is our economy really becalmed? Were we pissing in the wind pumping trillions… Read more »
My former best friend, the dead organ grinder, often cavorted with his dancing monkey late into the night when we would discover the dark optimism that comes from embracing sadness. I wish he were here now. Some solace from fractal leadership. I think I know what he’d say: Cast aside the “seductive tropes of modern… Read more »
