Strange, out here in the expanse of the countryside, we huddle in a house for warmth, our minds not expanding with the wide wilderness but contracting within the house, due to not just a crushing cold outside, but increasingly constricting symbolic forces of finance. Its cold hand squeezes everyone...it reaches into the country, so long as everyone remains hooked up to the Market.
The shivers pass in waves. We find ways to relate to each other as humans and there is a brief exchange...and a brief thaw. And things begin to tighten up again.
