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Martin Wroe ∙ 3 min read ∙ View on Medium The Struggle For The Legal Tender On the disappearance of cash and what money can, and cannot, measure. Standing in a slow-moving supermarket queue this week, everyone was getting a little impatient. The customer being served was having trouble paying for her shopping. Very slowly she was drawing from her purse round bits of metal and pieces of folded paper. Hard cash. The episode was awkward but also endearing, a clumsy antique moment in our sleek and shiny digital times. Our pockets and purses jangle less and less every day. Almost without noticing cash is disappearing in favour of one-tap transactions with card or phone. Life becomes quicker, more convenient…but also, depending on who you are, more difficult. Especially for people on low incomes. According to a report from consumer group Which, half of regular cash users say that using cash helps them keep track of their spending… and more are turning to cash as the cost of living
Martin Wroe Following May 1 · 3 min read · Listen Save Time Travelling When there’s no substitute for the body language of presence. I travelled back in time last week. A friend texted from New York and asked me to send best wishes to another friend — let’s call him Jack. The text landed on me like a punch because Jack died last year but my friend in New York hadn’t heard. It was as if he was living in an earlier time. In his world Jack was still alive. Jack had not been a fan of social media, so when he died his partner asked that the news was not posted online. This meant people learned of his death when a relative, or family friend like me, rang, or wrote, to tell them. I spoke to a lot of people, and each time it helped me to understand more of my own loss. Waiting in silence as people received the news… the loss of words, lump in the throat, tear in the eye. (Them too.) But it dawned on me that this had a certain rightness to it, that news this weighty demands a weighty moment. Th
