(Loud Crashing Noise, somewhat similar to a stainless steel vessel falling)
“What was that?”
“Sound of my dreams getting shattered!!”
“No, it was something real. I mean real sound -somewhere close.”
“So, my dream shattering is not real to you. You think I am lying?!”
“What? Say It”
“Your dreams are quite sonorous.”
“…the problem is the money. Not the concept of currency per say, but the idea of a raising some scraps of paper to special, somewhat mythical, status of ‘money’, and you can use this money to buy food, shelter, energy in terms of gas, and even more money. Moreover, no body understands what it is, countries just fail, collapse and go bankrupt.
My solution is to just decide one day that paper money is defunct, and make ‘bananas’ as our currency. Firstly, it is edible, and thus can be eaten when its valuation goes down. It is also energy in terms calories, an quite a good source of it too. It can be used to generate more money by planting more banana trees. So essentially it is self sufficient, self propagating system of money . Lastly, nobody can’t hoard on to it as it will go bad after sometime anyways.”
I have started liking country music. At least songs by Gregory Alan Isakov.