by Gary Christenson
Deviant Investor
Intense sunshine beamed down upon the canyons of Wall Street, illuminating potholes, dark alleys, secrets and mass delusions. Most people paid no attention because phones, the impeachment circus, Facebook posts, stock prices, and money worries distracted them.
It was a normal day.
I took a random walk down Wall Street, checked my phone for useless news and accidentally stepped into a cosmic wormhole or time-warp.
Perhaps it was only a deep hole in the sidewalk.
Like Alice, I fell head over heels, and dropped my precious phone. My New York financial world faded, and blackness enveloped me.