Digging for the Roots of Lack

A meditation on capitalism, winter and the mind

Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

When I feel broke, it is a physical sensation. The jolt I feel when my bank account’s contents dwindle too low to has a tactile quality, a shape and density I can feel in my body. Sometimes, it’s a pressing weight, holding down my chest, constricting my throat. Other times, a palpable absence, a dizzying lack of ground l…