Although the day is young and doubtless 2022 still has a few more cards to play, it’s running out of time and I for one will dance about the house with joy once we’ve jumped clear of its protracted train wreck!
No bets upon the morrow, we’re all getting by and we’ve already tapped strategic reservoirs of hope too many times and overwhelming risks we know won’t go away continue to present themselves, precluding foolish, optimistic gambles.
Madmen East and West pursue their adolescent cruelties. We all know their names. Something’s in the water or the air or DNA or in our heads no swizzle stick can reach to dig it out of there.
That’s why progress is a shimmering mirage you’ll never get your fingers on no matter how you may exhaust yourself, reciting market mantras. 2023? Once you see you’re simply running laps until your skin falls off you’ll stop this chasing 3D printed carrots.
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Wurkz OfArt 