Become faceless and the dead will pass you by
on their search for hallowed ground to rest upon
lying under passing shadows heavy with secrets
that the dead no longer wish to know
Then the road onward will become clear
the only mystery its destination—
how far goes the winding way through mist and shadow
and what spirits wait along its edge singing siren songs
calling out to join them there and fade away?
Watched The Big Short today. I don’t remember much from the 2008 crash besides a general feeling of stress in day to day life. It’s scary to see how it all came about, and how out of control everything really was.