This is not a finance manual. It’s not about tips, tricks, or formulas.
It’s a surreal journey into the hidden life of money — how it moves, how it hides, and how it sometimes waits for us inside silence and emptiness.
Today I invite you to step into the Market of Empty Wallets-a draft of the chapter of the book I am currently writing.
Read, wander, and at the end — answer the questions. Your answers are part of this experiment, and perhaps even part of a future book.
The Story
The hero walked through the narrow streets of the City of Upside-Down Rivers until he reached a noisy square.
There was a market there.
But it was not an ordinary market with vegetables or fabrics.
Here they traded… empty wallets.
Thousands of wallets of all shapes and sizes lay on the counters: some as small as matchboxes, others so huge you could hide a goat in them. They sparkled with clasps and shimmered with leather, and each merchant proudly shouted:
“Freshly emptied! Only today! Nothing extra inside!”
“The finest vacuum, tested against the light!”
“Get yourself a wallet — not even a spider’s leg is left inside!”
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The hero frowned.
“But why would anyone buy an empty wallet?” he asked a vendor with different-colored eyes.
“Ha!” the vendor snapped his fingers. “Try putting gold into a wallet already stuffed with junk. It won’t fit! The coins will fight with the bills, there will be chaos. You need emptiness first — then the filling will come on its own.”
Nearby, a woman in a green hat was buying a whole sack of empty wallets. She sang happily:
“The more emptiness I have, the more will arrive…”
The hero wanted to argue, but suddenly noticed: those who carried new empty wallets were already seeing money fall inside them — bills and coins dropping out of nowhere, as if a courier of the Universe had made a mistake.
He picked up a small blue wallet. Inside there was nothing — just soft darkness. And suddenly he understood: emptiness itself is a magnet. No wonder in the old house money always disappeared — there was no space left for the new.
The hero bought the wallet and felt as if he was holding a key to something much greater.
Questions for You
If you had to buy an empty wallet — what would you expect to find inside later?
What does “emptiness” mean to you: freedom or fear?
This is just the beginning. Fragments like this will one day form a book.
But here, on Substack, we are writing it together.
Your answers will shape the next steps.