Another useless receipt for a cup of coffee, manicured middle-aged men in three-piece suits, and green wallet-sized pictures of former presidents — these all, unfortunately, come to mind when I think “economy.” But the economy isn’t any one image. In fact, it isn’t necessarily an image at all. It’s a belief.
The economy is a belief in a system — a system that ultimately depends on our societal consent for it to exist at all. I have to believe that if I have enough of these wrinkled pictures of presidents — or queens, or national birds — that they are worth a cup of coffee or a two bedroom flat. Or, on a slightly larger scale, a country’s national identity and reputation.
So we “believe” it into existence, but who keeps the economy alive?
This gentleman working in a field struck me. He looks well beyond the age that he should be performing such demanding physical labor. Yet in 2012, and less than two hours from London — a capital of world economy — here he is, bent achingly over his shovel — a sobering image of a life source for the British economy. GJM IV
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