Jacob's Ladder

Here is my son's predictions.

I love it that all over the world, in pubs, lounge rooms and work places, there are people now working on these important documents. They write them on notebooks, beer coasters, whiteboards, walls and in the dust with sticks. These documents forge alliances, bond peers and patriots, start arguments and ruin mariages. All of them, of course, are nonsense, but this is the stage of dreaming, of celebrating imagined futures and ignoring the pessimists.

The invitation list is done. The tables have been set. The world furiously speculates while it waits for grim reality to prove us all frauds and scheisters.