$20 in a bank only means what it does because we’ve built institutions and systems to support and protect the idea that $20 means $20.
Generations survived by this resource that I now visit a few times a week for a pleasant view and a whipping fresh breeze.
I asked the fair barista, “Sir,
Have you the stock I seek?”
“Alas,” said he, “our shelves are bare,
And will be for a week.”
A cheesy name celebrating the town it can be found in? 10/10. A charming new addition of orange pool noodles glued to its exterior to ensure social distancing? Dreamy.
The ability to imagine outside our four walls is how we stay sane.
All I know is that during a long vacation, I wandered into a moving tale of dangerous dreams, opportunities to heal former traumas, and people who met at the wrong (or maybe perfect?) time.
Choosing hope today doesn’t deplete what’s available to us tomorrow.
I’m not totally saying those two weeks of my high school AP stats class caused a nationwide erosion of trust in authority and science.
It’s time to pass this space on to the next generation.