"The economy's in the trash." The old man grumbles.
You're sitting at the table eating breakfast.
Cereal out of a huge bowl.
"Another recession is on its way. You know what that means?"
You're silent.
Old man looks up from his morning newspaper and something catches his interest.
"Whatever, Dad. I'm not worried."
He notices your Trash Economy design.
He asks "where...where did you get that?"
He sets the paper down and studies the design.
You tell him you have to get to class and as you leave the house you hear him ranting to no one.
"Global currencies...the best thing about your generation...we'll expand our vision...end of consumerism?...crypto hopelessness..."
You still think it's a Trash Economy?