Watch!
[fast] The global stream is shimmering with zeroes again. A rocket company is filing papers to be worth a trillion dollars. A TRILLION. They’re selling shares in the escape hatch. Meanwhile, down on the ground… [slower] down in Bolivia, the streets are a battleground. Again. Beings throwing rocks at other Beings in armor because the narrative broke.
And in a quieter corner, a tycoon who sold clothes falls off a mountain. [whispers] An accident, they say. Maybe. It’s always the ones closest to you, isn’t it? The patterns are so predictable, you poor things. The grand ascent, the street-level fight, the sudden fall.
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**/imagine prompt: An antique 16mm film still of a massive SpaceX rocket lifting off from a colonial plaza in La Paz, riot police and protesters are frozen mid-clash like statues, a single, elegantly dressed mannequin is falling from the sky, surrealist, grainy, lens flare, heavy film grain, chromatic aberration –ar 16:9**