Anton Pustygin

It's been like this for a couple of weeks now... I close my eyes, and believe it or not, all I see is money. Pounds, Euros, Zimbabwean dollars – they're all there, night after night. I now find myself haunted by banknotes, precious metals and coins. IBANs flash through my subconscious, fading into BICs and metamorphosising into SWIFT codes... But honestly, I don’t even see the codes anymore. All I see is krona, rupee, franc...

As vivid as my newfound experiences may be, at some point I open my eyes... The realisation sinks in – much like the modern financial system, none of it is real. And yet the phantom pain of this money that never was lingers long after the final banknote fades into the intangible ether...

My doctor has diagnosed me with a serious case of frater financius – meaning, unfortunately, little can be done to reverse the onset of such symptoms. My unique struggles now bring me to the Investment Society, which may just be my last hope of finding remedy for my ailment.

My dearest friends, I love and I suffer, for I love money and I suffer from its absence in my life. The silver lining to this all is, of course, that it is in your hands for you to ease my pain – vote for me as Treasurer and I promise to take the most gentle and tender care of your society's money.