Marcus Stone

Marcus Stone

The Long Reckoning

A crocodile lurking just below the water’s surface, eyes fixed and waiting, blending into its surroundings.

For twenty-five years the world dodged every reckoning, each crisis smothered in money-printing and wishful thinking. But debts do not vanish; they metastasize. Now the bill has arrived, and it will be collected not in dollars but in lives, futures, and illusions. The only question worth asking is: who among us pays first?

The Glorious Necessity of Misery

A world map at night showing illuminated cities connected by a glowing web of lines, symbolizing the global network of trade, communication, and power.

Paris, 1999: the eve of a grand turning. We expected the Millennium to either crown us with marvels or crush us with apocalypse. The Matrix arrived like a prophecy in leather and green code. But the end didn’t come with a bang; it came with a soft, persistent hum, dissolving certainty pixel by pixel.