August was dying slow incarnate with extreme solitude reining over silence filled market ears. Sucker punches smashed illusions of friendship and proved the perfect catalyst to a solitary glut.
Exchanging volumes were well below human needs.
A plague of isolation infested August’s returns yielding darkness in thought, and over lonesome forgettable nights as alcohol consumption covered the downward spiral of an overvaluation of everything adding up to nothing.
Except one blue eyed transaction.
The Zederal Reserve data showed a slight increase in relationship activity towards the end of the month and has risen the z relationship interest rate to normal
Solitude x isolation = Nothing growth