Excerpt
PROLOGUE THE STRANGE THING about communism is that it never actually happened. Not the way they said it would. Not the way Marx wrote it. Not the way anyone remembers it. What most people picture when they hear the word, the gray buildings, bread lines, flags with dead eyes and too many syllables, that wasn’t the dream. It was the detour. But the dream was real. It always is, right before it collapses. A world without landlords. A life without bosses. No more rich, no more poor. No one hoarding while others starve. No more working 40 hours just to afford to keep working. It’s the oldest fantasy on Earth: what if we just… shared? Communism didn’t start in Russia. It started in the mind. In...