A North Korean lady was in line in front of me at my bank here in the U.S., trying to exchange some ‘won’. She was obviously irritated, arguing with the teller. “Why it change? Yesterday I get two hunat dolla of won, today I get only one hunat eighty. Why it change?” Teller shrugs his shoulders, says, “Fluctuations.” Korean lady says, “Fluc you white people too!” .
There's nothing there. Oh, I get it. It's an existential manifesto about the nothingness of our current existence. Such as it is.
