Finally, the imbecilian with fake IQ, dance with cryptolians to celebrate super success of economies. The chimpanzees laugh. This is where digitized heavens enter the dry out canyons of minds erasing the realities of hell. An economic journey into the near future, where the numbers are all real but the columns and totals are fake, this is when nothing adds up, just imaginary positive cash flow, so heavy, just drowning in milk and honey.
This is where you are happily running to or from, but now perhaps suddenly awakened. This is where the exuberance of the age of abundance dissolves all local, national and global economic problems, this is where luxury suitcases filled with freshly printed million dollars in customized printed currency handed over to each citizen along with complimentary do it yourself gourmet cooking supplies with branded aphrodisiacs.
This is where everyone is only rich and richest, the word poor no longer in the Oxford Dictionary and the word ‘poor billionaires’ only for those who cannot afford multi-billion dollar fake art. The word ‘debt’ now erased when the set of voluminous dictionaries paid for with NFT of crypto-currency. The longing of dreaming of a virtual world with a swinging economy finally starts to deliver the long awaited endless psychedelic nightmares.
This is also, where the national museum has extensive displays on dystopian zombie world, where Madame Tussauds franchised lineups of all the economic thought leaders lined us in pristine life size inflatable statues as cash and carry memorabilia to remind us where and how our economies originated.
This journey to the center of EconoVerse is a path of self-discovery. Designed to allow, the existing chaos of the economically deprived mind aligns with the future metaverse in slow motion. Gradual progressions arrive at this mysterious nirvana, like a prick of an injection to start creating numbness, so existing mental dumbness behaves like genius on center stage. A slow guide to measure the behavioral economical impacts of the past, like discovering our own self-inflicted moves of destruction all claimed as successes of the illusionary kind.
There are also open door super luxury prisons, diamond studded bars, and there are full service asylums with designer straitjackets in all colors and sizes. The mind control and therapeutic treatments galore submersed in steamy fog and orchestral symphonies only attract the brightest crypto minds on standby with quick-print insta NFT and sold to highest bidder via rubber checks. The bouncy, bouncy feelings are thrills of the days, as Viagra sunrises, for slow lingering days of Cannabis high afternoons and for winding down with Opioid evenings, only to certify the gentrified living in glass houses.
This is also a land of strict laws, where everything from the top to bottom for sale and all on credit. The bidders lined up everywhere; this is also where the national economies where monies on slippery slopes like quicksilver only clash and explode into more Mercurial streams creating more drowning and floods.
EconoVerse is a kind of heaven and hell, possibly where Henley’s Hotel California, the asylum, once stood, all already checked out but cannot leave, programmed to receive and now as prisoners of their own devices. As the song screams,
Nevertheless, take this journey to the center of EconoVerse, as the economic world is unfolding fast, despite fakery clouds the dawn, now, the truth still rises above. It is the real courage, most needed to face the truth. It is the will to advance humankind to cherish diversity and tolerance. The competency must rise. Create your own mastery. The rest is easy
