As is futurr ekonomika

Previously

…The city was a fractal of light and shadow, each street a different interest rate, each face a different risk profile. I thought of the future economy, the one I was supposed to be building. It was not a budget, I realized, but a kind of prayer—a list of hopes that no one had authorized, submitted to a deity who never approved requisitions. I had no participative budget. No archives partner. No hidish to lend me strength. But I had this afternoon, this slant of sun, this notebook with its blank spaces. And for now, that was enough to start again. I picked up my pen, and I wrote the first line of the next chapter: Loss is a kind of interest that compounds.