>>5121883>>5121888>>5121900>>5121936You wade through the money pool towards the dark limbless shape. The bundles of cash and floating currency jostle against you, clutch at you like outstretched hands. It makes you think of death. A film about an assassin being driven around a city by a taxi driver. Did he meet his mother?
You realise what you find unsettling about this money pool. It does not feel right. This is not what money looks like to you. There are some who believe in a post-scarcity society, the intersection of technology and capital, transmuting liquidity into pure metaphor. Money is about abundance. The symbols of money - gold, diamonds, cash, bling, swag, drip - they are manifestations of feudal scarcity. Most cannot conceive what wealth even is. Money is invisible but people eat and sleep and die in its shadow. The future is nothing. Borrow time, buy and sell reality itself.
The dark shape is almost torso sized, bloated but wrinkled, drowned and floating lifelessly in the water.
