100 - investing in one hundred notes from solitude

Good day or G'day or Buendía or Buongiorno or Bonjour.

I never usually say G'day.

Do you have anything notable to mention to me?

This is the final note I am writing to you.

Is there anybody there?

Perhaps you associate one hundred notes with something else. 

Perhaps you associate reading in solitude with something else.

Do you regard the Adelaidezone as a virtual city of mirrors?

Are you seeking to taste my secret-recipe banana macondo ghost cake?

The nightmare of superstition-infested political stupidity and cruelty is likely to continue this year, as usual, in Australia and elsewhere.  We may as well eat cake and believe our localities are haunted and doomed. 

The parallel worlds of the reasonable and the unreasonable collide, shaking the remnants of sanity to superfluous dust.

The Adelaidezone is associated with the semi-arid surrounds in and beyond the Adelaide Plains.

In Adelaide and elsewhere, many people are exhausted.

They are shocked.

They are unsure what to do.

They see no hope.

They are angry and frustrated.

They are vulnerable to (further) abuse.

They cannot see a way to a better future.

They feel trapped in the horrible current moment they happen to be experiencing.

They may pretend to be cheerful yet they are crying inside.

They seek solace in cake and wine and shopping.

I have remained sober for many years now.

I rarely even eat cake.

I do not go shopping.

My needs are simple.  I state them clearly.

You may have noticed that my notes to you here are a sort of investment checklist.

Each Monday afternoon at 3pm, Adelaide time, I have been leaving a brief, new note for you on the virtual bookshelf here in the library.

There will be no future notes.

This is the future.

The Adelaidezone is about to close to you for a hundred years if you are not yet a patron here.

Where have your investigations taken you in this part of the Internet?

What are your editing recommendations, and why?

Please remember that my mind is unlike to think like yours.  I write mainly for myself.  I have only written these notes for you.

If you would like to know more about the philanthropy assisting your current access to this part of the Adelaidezone, you may like to request the latest information from and about the Twaklin Trust.

The cost of that information is the equivalent of one hundred one-hundred-dollar Australian bank notes, unless you are able to provide an equivalent in terms of your own philanthropy.

An online, publicly-accessible questioning process has long been used to form the initial part of the selection criteria for all people seeking to collaborate in connection with one or more of the many philanthropic activities associated with the Adelaidezone, in the public interest.

I have long been concerned that the cyclical patterns of cruelty and stupidity so entrenched in the tragic history of South America have become all too evident in 21st century Australia.  Perhaps those patterns have always been evident but never as blatantly as they have become over the last ten years, built upon the base of the basest political instincts and devoid of integrity.

Patterns of hypocritical and violent greed continue to confront the bewildering irrationality of she'll-be-right complacency.  

The boorish braggarts of entrenched corruption suck the lifeblood out of the reasonable and good.

There is no point in placing any sort of capital in the service of fragmentary soundbites, marketed as public policy.

Only dirty money makes money in such an environment.  Financial capital is valued only as a bet.  Social capital is nothing but cronyism.  Cultural capital is a contradiction in terms in today's Australia.  Ignorance is everything.  Mindlessness wins.  Have another drink, mate.  Ignore the missus.

I do not know how many hours or days you still have left to access Frugality Cottage.  

I will leave these notes here and allow the Council of Enlightenment and the volunteers to decide what to do with them.

The Author