What
are
we
saving?
The
privilege
of
passing
longer
and
longer
periods
pretending
that
what
we
are
playing
with
is
real?
If,
just
for
a
moment,
we
can
all
exit
our
game
of
speculative
imagination
and
collect
enough
supplies
to
carry
us
through
until
the
next
time
the
imaginary
spirals
out
of
control
and
punctures
the
real,
then
we
can
return
to
serious-minded
conversations
about
market
economies,
bubbles
and
bursting,
pretend
that
our
underwear
didn't
show,
that
we
didn't
cry
about
whose
ball
it
was,
that
our
mothers
won't
be
calling
us
home
in
a
few
minutes
-
we
can
pretend
that
we
didn't
just
make
up
the
rules,
that
they
are
bigger
than
us
and
we
are
their
victims,
that
there
is
no
outside
of
this,
no
mater
what
we
just
saw.
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