I’ve been on the underside of the economy and slipped briefly between the cracks. I’ve been in a place where the next meal depended on what we could extract from the couch cushions, that day.
There’s a memetic paradigm in Western culture that’s always confused me, and the more I research into it, the deeper my confusion gets.
I think I may have hypothesised about time being a decent unit of currency. Once spent, it can’t be retrieved. It’s a precious and finite resource, and you can’t spend it to get more of it.