Oil & Existential Dread

As of Wednesday night – and I checked, mostly to confirm I hadn’t accidentally wandered into a different decade – Brent crude was flirting with $93.63 a barrel. Up 6.6% from Tuesday. 31% from before the shouting started. The numbers themselves are numbing. It’s like trying to calculate the precise number of dust bunnies under my sofa. A futile exercise in acknowledging the inevitable accumulation of unpleasantness.






