Financial Labyrinth

by Martin James Hunter

The financial labyrinth spreads like bacteria. Branches like hungry roots. Empty space devoured with great speed. Its structure too complex for the human mind to visualise without assistance. More and more we rely on electronics to give us sight. To glimpse the vast monetary realm we have created. And even then it is misunderstood. A system comprised not of things but concepts. Ones that dictate our lives.

I lost a child to the labyrinth. It entombed her. A financial obstacle successfully collapsed and built over. It brings panic knowing I can no longer visualise her face. All I can see are numbers. Numbers that bring with them cold shapes submerged in darkness. Arranged in vast grids too smooth to grip. An abstract world presented to our children. Their lives driven by operations as they grow and shrink and split.

The experts cannot see it but I can. Within the structure. Knots of capital the stream cannot pass. Cancerous deformities growing across its grids. Great monoliths exercising self-control. Their actions calculated. The numbers around them perfectly organised. Soon the great labyrinth will swallow everything. Some have already lost their path. Eventually it will be impossible for any of us to leave. Society operates entirely inside its boundaries. We must collapse it while there is still an exit.

I am entombed in amber light. Around me jut walls that block the sky. Already I have a plan but first I must buy tools. For the final time I prepare to withdraw money. Through the ATM I log onto my Bank_005 account. My password is 83 characters long. It is the inscription on the back of a 1 dollar bill. The bank accepts it and I am in. However there is no money to be found here. No abstract symbols representing my labour time. My wallet is a binder I carry in a satchel. I paw through its many compartments until I come to my Bank_001 card. Hopefully my money can be found elsewhere.

I find nothing in my Bank_001 account. Bank_002 brings me no relief either. Bank_011 contains $3.78. A bit less than I am looking for. Some quick arithmetic in my head. Transfer it to Bank_005. Take out the next card. It is not until Bank_031 that I discover $1.29. I smile and continue my hunt. Bank_032. Bank_033.

Bank_106 presents me 47¢ and Bank_348 awards me 12¢. Don’t remember having 348 banks. It’s impossible to keep track of such a number. Bank_958 releases 2¢. 2 whole cents. Think I have a total of $5.68 now. I continue until I reach Bank_999. It is followed by Bank_000. Then we return to Bank_001. When will this end? Perhaps I m1ssed something. Bank_005 contains nothing. Could have sworn this is where I transferred the $5.68. Must be getting tired. Further on no doubt. Bank_006 maybe. Or Bank_007. Bank_008 Bank_009 Bank_010 Bank_011 Bank012 Bank013 Bank014 Bank015 Bk016 B017 B018 B019 B020 021 022 023 024 025 026 027 028 029 030 313 233 343 536 373 839 404 142 434 446 474 850 275 264 540 958 926 028 279 126 917 210 118 128 961 219 100 197 1211 2910 0030 1410 5810 1101 0001 11011 00100 10101 01101 00101 01111 11010 01000 101000 110100 101010 101011 011101 000110 100001 100001 011011 1001101 0110111 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 01101011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01110011 01100101 01110010 01110110 01101001 01100011 01100101 00100000 01100010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100111 01100101 01110010 01100011

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