New currencies were born every minute, said Mark. In Fiore Island people wrote on pieces of paper what they owed and exchanged them for food or work. Some signed too many papers and people refused them. Others’ were broadly accepted.
My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae
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I know, that in “real”, yesterday was the first time I heard of the people of Helobiae. Though it feels like they were going along with me for a good part of my way. But then, I can’t remember when, as if I still have a dull idea of the why (maybe I signed too many papers), they got lost. Now they seem to be back, and they really ease a part of my present kind of emptiness.
Thank you for creating this most inviting, very, very beautiful illustrated story. It’s all like it comes from a magical dream.
Thank you for you kind words. It means everything to me.