the allure of fashion is to paper over the gnawing inadequacy most people feel as they contemplate their chances at the last chance casino of globalism.

make-over as soul renewal, new nose cartilage, new destiny...

consumerism is a mirage, today's latest is tomorrow's not-worth-fixing, happiness is a carrot on a stick, we are the clueless donkeys chasing it.

what is left after the tears for man's folly are shed?

a burning desire...

to check out....

oops, i meant to achieve a tiny smidgeon of knowledge worthy of sharing, to help raise the little threads of the tapestry we each hold in our hands, while idiot tyrant jackbooted morons are gleefully jumping on and stomping the shit out of it...

and we cast around for the Great Idea that's going to ripple across the interconnected intelligentsia and reform the psychopathic policies that hasten our near-inevitable downfall and possible expiry as the evolutionary wild card, rogue life-form, magnificently tragic experiment we have 'chosen' to be a part of.

there's not much further to fall, from the low position i gingerly inhabit, but i'm very concerned about how this is panning out, both for the rich who have no idea what's coming to them, and the poor, who might have to continue to suck it up until we in the middle find.....

that

 Great Idea?

3 stages-

wake up,

look the situation squarely in the eye

run like hell, oops try to do something positive, no matter how small or apparently insignificant as you gather speed towards the Great Inevitable, or as the chinese call it, the 'White Luck'?

find a hole to shelter in while the titans collide, to avoid becoming collateral damage in all that friendly fire?

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty