As is futurr ekonomika

Previously

…Her face was a landscape of weather and silence, of rain that had not yet fallen and wind that had no direction. That was the only real thing I had ever seen—the only thing that could not be tended or taxed, that could not be balanced in a column or flagged by an auditor. The moneta—coin, symbol, debt—fell away from my hand. It rolled across the desk and dropped to the floor, and I did not pick it up. I was left with the lightness of that face, which was not mine, which I could not own. It held the sky like a promise I could never keep, and that was enough. That was the only thing worth counting.