Money

The Fish wanted to go out to kill his loneliness, so he thought that he might go for a walk, befriend a few birds along the way and maybe also get something to eat.

On the way he saw hotels and restaurants – tall and classy, and also the underfed roaming in the adjacent streets. He saw a Porsche and then a Benz, but also the homeless who had to use public spaces for private matters, because they couldn’t afford to build a toilet. He also saw expensive shops that sold fancy items that did nothing, and there was also the thatched shops for the havenot.

Money is not God, but a devil. It helps you like a tool as long as you control it, but if you let it control you, it starts enslaving you like a devil. Perhaps this cunning creature was immortalised by the Gods of the economic system (banks) in the last hundred years, thought the Fish, despising the flimsy creatures crawling in his hand.

In the pursuit of money we are all slaves. How cunning, cruel and heartless they must be, to make even the kindest into haters, and even killers, as in the fish’s case. He plotted to kill the crawling devils in his pocket, and burn them in a nearby coffeeshop.
Mission accomplished!

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