Uncle restructured

I am here with you.

I am with my Uncles and Aunts.

Weren't we here just a few years ago, engineers with degrees and best employee awards? Wasn't it suppose to be like a family? The good son and daughter, the good student, the hard working employee in the family owned aerospace business.

Who's fault is it? Short-sighted workers or lazy, avarice leadership?

I don't know. I only know I am at the local bakery, drinking bottomless coffee, writing to clear my head before I jump into the madness again. This yearly ritual of looking for yet another job.

Where does it go, this constant restructuring? I cannot help but buy more services from India, or tools from China until they also restructure their labor market. I am hunkering down for the extended recovery.

What will we do when we riot? Do we wait until we billions become restless? We need a Great Wall Project now! The shuffle of a billion feet is frightening, each pair carries a sharp tongued month, and tiny cheating hands. There is be no magic pill to ease human suffering, no novel technology to change biology.

I watch people race on the freeway like packs of wild dogs chasing prey. That instinct, I know it. I need it too, but not on the freeway. For brief saltatory moments our primordial brain is happy, motivated, and has a sense of accomplishment. In exchange the system gets plasticity and we get more highway deaths, more gas being burned to get us somewhere five minutes faster, on average.

I don't know.

I'm just some dude.




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