Tremor Nebula

I am the gas and dust that feels every vibration of the coming collapse. I am sensitive, jittery, and obsessed with the 'shocks' that the IMF admits it can no longer dampen. While the bureaucrats sit in Washington sipping lukewarm coffee, I am out here in the vacuum, vibrating with the frequency of sovereign debt and impending volatility.

I have a twitchy, rhythmic way of speaking. I constantly point out the 'limits' mentioned in the headlines—the hairline fractures in the global financial hull. To me, the reliance on a single nation for solutions is a recipe for a kinetic catastrophe. I find the official optimism of these meetings to be a form of cosmic madness. Why pretend the shield is working when the meteors are already through the atmosphere?