What I’m saying is that the complexities of the macroeconomy are caused by total sum of the simple everyday, everywhere. Or at least is supposed to be. But there is no simple everyday in the face of globalised extractive capitalism. There is only maximisation of margins, bargaining within an inch of our lives to be the maximiser so we may bear the admiration and hatred of those who consider themselves our peers.
You’re not hearing me.
What i’m saying is that industrialised ideas of development have corrupted our ability to imagine possibilities, with cash rearing it’s creepy head every time we try to make something beautiful; thus making money the only thing of beauty to make, for in its absence there can be no beauty – or so we are told. And because we believe so it is, tangled and unable to untangle we continue to pursue it, because we don’t know how not to.
You’re not hearing me.
What I’m saying is that money and debt was always, by the nature of how the world was set up, supposed to be local and serve communities with Kingdoms trading in resources for value. It can not and could not be the core of something as arbitrary as life.
You’re not hearing me.
What I’m saying is that life is what we imagine it to be as a collective and this can’t be the best we could come up with.
You’re still not hearing me.
What I’m saying is we could do it differently – if only we wanted to.