There is money on my desk, slightly crumpled. As I stood up it looked as if it were a $50 bill. It kinda made me giddy, when I realized that I simply hadn’t seen anything larger than a twenty in a really long time. I guess I occasionally see a larger bill in a cash register somewhere, but for handling money myself, I get it dispensed in twenties from the money box, and then it slowly whittles away into tens, fives and mostly ones.

The idea of credit as debt isn’t as romantic as the idea of credit as savings, a system by which we are capable of exchanging currency for items without resorting to cash monies. I don’t have a job that deals with cash, and all of my banking interactions require a website for the most part. Money is becoming quaint, a relic of a time when we printed information.