It was a hard winter.
My usual route home is cyberpunk dystopia. The roads are jammed. Bankers and stockbrokers stand in line with the bums at the station mission.
Really everything has gotten out of hand.
I used to enjoy my walks through the city centre.
A little window-shopping, a little laughing about the excesses of the world.
Villas and fast carts were the usual sight. But that has changed. The current trendsetter brand is “foreclosure”. It’s really popular in the former banking district.
But yeah, everybody’s got their own thing going on, so I’m moving on. I wonder why the shit hit the fan so fast. The economy didn’t have a little hiccup, it came to a screeching halt.
Maybe I’ll read more in the paper.
Ahmed, the friendly owner of my favourite late night club, smiles as I enter his establishment.
“Habibi, how are you today? I reserved one for you.”
He reaches under the counter and hands me the Times. The title is:
“CHANCELLOR ON BRINK OF SECOND BAILOUT FOR BANKS”