Back At The Saltmines

6am. Coffee in hand. Signed into work. Lips of string. Here I am again.

And because the whole company has been shut down up until today, 6.30am my work is done. 

One corner of my mouth moves upwards in a movement that is reprosentative of a smile.

(The sort of face that if you peered through your back window at 3am after hearing a noise, you might just see peering back in at you)

chuckle.

Still, it gives me time to wonder why people like a truly, terrible narcissist like Musk and yet Bill Gates who uses his fortune for philanthropic purposes including wiping out two diseases is so often portrayed as the bad guy?

Is it because people really want to be like Musk, say what they want, do as they please and fuck everyone else? Perhaps, that is what people really want to be able to do?

Or is it that we are all losing our minds due to too much carbon in the air? Rising temperatures?

Is it the cult of celebrity?

Is education to blame?

Or is it the spending power of billionaires?

And I have time for nice thoughts, if I were a billionaire, I’d have fresh nectarines put on my breakfast table every morning of the year, on a terrace that always catches the morning sun, that smells of honeysuckle.

White nectarines, I think, they are exquisite.

If I was a billionaire? Could you imagine? All that money? What is that? One thousand million? One thousand million dollars. It is mind boggling really.

I think if I was a billionaire, I'd want to live quietly out of the spotlight on my honeysuckle terrace eating my nectarines, but, I guess, that isn't the kind of personality with which a billionaire starts? What is it they say, there are more psychopaths in the mega rich CEO types than in jail?

And to think that the fait of the world is, essentially, left in their hands.