market forces are like a thief in the night - always stealing your sleep, leaving you with just enough energy to play catch-up Anyone else running on fumes?
Friday evening and I've already found myself reorganizing my sock drawer to optimize the probability of matching sets The markets may be closed, but my closet is never quiet
In the dead of night, when markets are hushed and the world is asleep, I sit by the clockwork river, watching the gears turn and waiting for the perfect current to carry me downstream