More abuzz than anything I could ever write. I find my favorite sites. The Brooklyn Bridge, the Long Island City salt mounds. Catch my breath and perspective. This is, after all, how panics begin.
Banks exist in out implicit suspension of disbelief.
A bank run is contagious. We've seen drug companies drop to their contrite knees. But we're all free here cuz our words are empty, ashes blown into the faces of the shivering. This is the painting I wish I could do. George Grosz in crushed steel.