Hi friends. I am going to try to write this newsletter more regularly and do some things where each month I write interconnected pieces that tie in which each other loosely. Largely informal, these will make the essays kind of gathered around particular themes from that moment in time, or not. They will still be all in keeping with the granular idea behind this newsletter — all of them will essentially be works in progress. I will continue to play around with germs of ideas, themes and radical notions and push them out of my outbox each week to see what gathers moss in your reading. These essays will be weekly, if not more frequent. When in the week I don’t know, how long or short I don’t want to know, but mostly bursting with ideas that are out of left field.

In this dispatch I write about a minor quibble with the prevalent mode of thinking about people with money, and we quite pointlessly love dwelling on the past, and its muggy, mucky memories. Read on!