The mess we find ourselves in, this wretched apocalypse of climate chaos, is nothing short of a grandiose demonstration of market failure, a spectacle of capitalism’s absurdist tragedy. In the grim landscape of economic theory and environmental destruction, one might say that market failure is not just a malfunction; it is the defining characteristic of our present dystopia. We are not merely witnesses to a malfunctioning system; we are trapped in its inevitable collapse.

The Farce of Allocation: A Farcical Theatre of Loss

Let’s talk about allocation, the great lie of the so-called efficient market. This sham of optimization parades itself as a system of value, yet it’s a tragicomedy of errors. Goods and services, supposedly allocated to maximize utility, are instead distributed with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop. The irony? The net gain promised by these economic policies is nothing but a mirage—an illusion we chase while the sands of value slip through our fingers.

Herein lies the crux of the matter: no individual or preference criterion can be better off without causing harm or detriment to another. This is the cruel joke at the heart of market dynamics, a cynical joke played on the collective psyche. What’s worse, the market perpetuates a fiction where success and value are synonymous, while in reality, the true measure of value is nothing more than a grotesque caricature of monetary worth. Everything that costs money—well, it’s cheap, isn’t it? A planet’s worth reduced to the price tag of its destruction.

The Present, the Future, and the Unfortunate Joke

The great divide between normies and sci-fi scribes is that while the former revel in the present moment, they are blissfully ignorant of its fleeting nature. Sci-fi writers, on the other hand, are trapped in a future they cannot touch, a vision they cannot make real. And therein lies the rub: neither the normies possess a present, nor the sci-fi writers a future. Yet, everyone’s in on the joke, even if they don’t realize it.

If the future is not the love of your life, then you’re stuck in a perpetual state of existential limbo. The future began yesterday; it’s the present that’s merely a tool to distort and manipulate the past. Let them have their present, for tomorrow belongs to those who can embrace the farce of changing the past while living the future today. The future, at its core, is made of market failures. In fact, it is market failures all the way down, an endless spiral of economic dysfunction.

The Dimensions of Market Failure

The market failure you have, this dreadful spectacle of economic absurdity, is not the market failure you want. The market failure you want is not the market failure you need, and the market failure you need is not the market failure you can obtain. This grotesque triad of dissatisfaction is the essence of our condition—a relentless cycle of unmet needs and unattainable desires. The market failure you can buy, often through the grotesque theater of war, costs more than you’re willing to pay. It’s a futile endeavor to invest in destruction when the cost outweighs the benefit.

The dimensions between memory and expectation are riddled with market failures. Every attempt to reconcile past mistakes with future promises only exposes the futility of our economic fantasies. The present becomes a mere stage on which the absurdity of our aspirations and failures plays out—a stage where we perpetually reenact the same disastrous scenes.

Conclusion: Embracing the Farce

In the end, climate change as a manifestation of market failure is not just a commentary on economic ineptitude but a reflection of the inherent absurdity of our existence. The market’s grotesque failure is not an anomaly but a fundamental aspect of our reality—a nihilistic truth we cannot escape. So, let us not delay the future by clinging to our last versions of market failure. Let us instead embrace the farce, recognize the futility of our economic endeavors, and accept that the dimension between memory and expectation is a void filled with the failures of our market-driven dreams.

The future, like a cruel joke, remains forever out of reach, crafted from the detritus of our economic blunders. And so, we continue, bound by the chains of our own making, perpetually failing to rectify the failures of a system that was never meant to succeed.