I didn't even run for the green man. Slowly I strolled down to the bus stop, probably too tired. I stood by the road, watching cars scrambling along the 2 laned road. This common amusing sight could be seen at the dawn of the weekdays. Just a clockwork, these people know where to go, what to do. There's a aim, kip, sop, whatever you name it. Or rather, there's smth you have to serve. So, what's your story?
Money had inevitably became an essential, against time. Humans, desperately seeking ways to improve bartering, or rather, seeking fairness in the system. How could 10 bags of apples, vegetables and alittle spice fetch a baby calf? Maybe God want us to share instead. But we strayed. There money now could bring us anything. We 'created' a market, wants, demands, and we start playing the game. As if poker with the invisible banker.
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