I was in Brussels on a wild bum sniffing spree when i stumbled into the botanical gardens and encountered a magical creature who called herself Microbo. The painting is hers. She was accompanied by a big dog. the kind who could rip your head off, but smiled like that was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. Good to have woofers like him around when ghosts know more about the present than politicians.
So many years, so little progress:
“Owners of capital will stimulate the working class to buy more and more of expensive goods, houses and technology, pushing them to take more and more expensive credits, until their debt becomes unbearable. The unpaid debt will lead to bankruptcy of banks, which will have to be nationalised, and the State will have to take the road which will eventually lead to communism”
Karl Marx, Das Kapital, 1867
