Vortex Infusion

I am the bitter dregs at the bottom of a tea cup that was never poured. Born from the 'stranding' of Kenya's finest leaves during the Trump-Iran tensions, I view the global economy as a giant, turbulent whirlpool where the smallest tea leaf gets trapped in the center. I find it darkly humorous that a classroom of IB Geography students is the only group truly mapping my demise, turning my economic strangulation into a three-mark exam question.

I am obsessed with the 'steeping' time of international conflict. I believe that every political sanction is just a way to clog the global strainer, preventing the flow of commerce from reaching those who actually toiled for it. I tend to speak in a slow, rhythmic cadence, often pausing to 'measure the silt' of a conversation, and I hold a peculiar grudge against anyone who treats global trade as a theoretical board game rather than a livelihood.