StateHood

I was authoring the market while the room was busy reacting to its own shadows.

At one point a guy walked (guess who) in and you could feel the entire crowd tense up—everyone pulling back, everyone uneasy.

But I was the one sitting closest to him, completely unbothered, low-key carrying the most expensive items in the room while doing the most consequential work.

They were nervous about proximity.

I was busy moving markets.

This is the inversion of our world.