You know how it is.

make sure to get all the permits approved by the city first. And by common sense second, I guess. You never know what stupid mistakes will be costing you your life. 

And here we have the other side of the coin. The kinder, brighter side. The heads to our tails. 

Let's make it clear; the demons in my tales are metaphors. Very brute force ones, I might say. The commentary on both sides of our societal coin should be obvious. 

We know what good and evil are. We should stop acting like we don't. 

Once again, we look at a coin with two sides. We dance along the edge, that tin sliver with the grooves. Perhaps by seeing both sides of this thing, we can get a greater grasp of its essence. 

Also, disclaimer: we once more have a narrator that is meant to be disagreed with. This should be obvious by how I've crafted him, but I really, really don't want you taking what he says to heart. 

Some burdens must be borne. The public cannot see. The public cannot feel. It is our responsibility to do these things. Thus speaks the Auburn Rose. 

Rudy's Cafe. You might not have been there, but you have an image of it in your head. I've been to those places, these greasy diners, and they are exactly the way you imagine they are. A little bit less sad, though. But much more unhealthy. Your arteries will scream.

Anyways. This cafe is Rudy's. Who is Rudy? Why is Rudy? Wouldn't you like to know? Just listen, and all these questions will be answered...

Or not. 

A sequel to Stock Markets: The Things That Crashed:
https://www.buzzsprout.com/811181/episodes/14453149

Long story short, mysteriously appearing clocks are a thing. They're such a thing that entire industries are built on the back of such a fact. 

We take it a step further. Industries are built of people, people who do work. What is this work? What kind of life can be made from clocks which materialize out of thin air? 

A very cool, absolutely not weird one. That's for sure.

What is hope? Is hope always a dream of change? Perhaps it is, but the change does not necessarily have to be in the world around us. Sometimes the change can be inside, too.

Usually, the hope is both, and we just fail to recognize its second existence. 

We forget his name, but he has never forgotten us. Perhaps we forget the ground that we walk upon, too. Or the air that we breathe. But does that mean that our connection should be ignored? 

No.

Obviously, no. We should think about it from time to time. 

Here, we follow into a world that is not, and never was. Perhaps it is good that it never could be. Good for us, for you, and me. Maybe.