Day 69 Writing Short Stories

IOU

There is always a buyer for what you sell. It’s just a trick you have to perfect, and you have learned just that, despite all the eyes on you and on everyone else.

The key is to understand that in the world of plenty and data, what you do is insignificant unless you try to make yourself important. You don’t want that. What you want is security beyond what the system allows you. You change your goods with IOUs and rations so that others can lose their minds. You don’t want to lose your mind. You are happy to have it as it is, willing and able to skew the system to aid you and your survival.

Your home is now fully stocked. You make sure you hide the extra rations and the pills you make from the fungi you found in the cave systems from the central intelligence guys when they make their rounds around the neighborhood homes.

The other officer stops before they head out to their gray car. You slip a clear bag with pills into his palm, and off they go.

You smile and wave at them, and think that the world of IOUs is so much simpler than those days when money was something you needed to secure.

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I couldn’t get the words flowing today. It is mostly because I focused on the irrelevant when I got to my computer, then felt nagged, and went to the sofa with my cat, and we all know that fries the brain. I need to wake up again. I blame the cat. No, I can’t. It was I who chose poorly. Let’s hope tomorrow is a better day.

What I got today was an experimental rags-to-riches dystopia written in the second person. At first, I was unsure what to write, but I wanted to write a story about debt. I’m reading David Graeber’s The Ultimate Hidden Truth of the World. I read his Debt book way back, and in this one he goes over money and economics, too. I’m trying to figure out what money and markets are and how to make societies work with them and around them. Thus far, the only thing that seems to happen is that I get confused a lot about reality, theories, and actual occurrences. There seems to be something odd going on that makes little sense. And I’m pretty sure that most of our so-called experts think they know their stuff, quote false ideals based on beliefs and assumptions, and make things so much worse because they don’t have a clue about money, debt, and markets. But I haven’t lost my hope yet. Maybe the serviceberries will happen again, or something else that makes the markets less what they are: enshittification of us, things, and the world.

Thank you for reading! Have a rich day ❤