Credit crunches and buildings fall. The world turns upside down and things we used to count on become the dreams we wish we still had. The sounds of happiness and laughter drift into sounds of yelling and despair and all that we used to hope for gets trapped in dissonance and angst. Call it a bill and obligation or a future hoped for in vain. All these images arise across a country of golden ambers aflame in overzealous pursuit of the dream. I keep hoping we will wake up and see daisies and lilies and sunshine. I think we can.