Prism

Prism

A Story by Philip Muls
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An afternoon on the water

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August 2000. With broad smiles on our faces, we raise our champagne flutes in a toast to life. We are a team of young expats on the deck of an Amsterdam canal cruise ship. The sun is brilliant and we are Masters of the Universe.


Brent, our CEO, says: “Cheers guys, here’s to our IPO!” while at that exact same moment, behind him up on the quayside, we see two bike-riders colliding into each other. We all laugh, leaving Brent confused in the center, wondering what’s so funny. Wenke, a stunning Dutch blonde who is our Head of HR, puts Brent out of his misery by whispering  into his ear what just happened.


This gang clustered together two years ago in the hotspot for Internet start-ups that is Amsterdam, psyched by the everything-is-possible feeling embodied by the city. We are in the right place at the right time, personally kick-starting the new economy on the old continent. Putting glass fiber in the ground at an accelerating pace to feed the insatiable appetite for high-speed bandwidth.


Feeling privileged and entitled, we’re in the sweet spot of the e-economy right where the smart money predicts maximum returns.


Only six months into our start-up, we got noticed by Venture Capitalists and before we knew it, we sold out to one of the pioneer dot-coms in the Valley. At the closing meeting in their San Francisco offices, I stood next to Dave, the buyer’s global VP of marketing, a six-foot-two giant who startled me with his resounding voice: “Did you know we’re paying only 2.2M$ for a full 30-second Super-Bowl commercial, a hell of a deal! We’re on right after Pets.com.”  To which I said: “Are we sure we’re reaching our target audience during a National Football League game?” He looked at me with surprise turning into disdain, his face showing his inner dialogue: “This guy doesn’t get it.” and left me at the coffee machine.


Back in Europe, each of us now is the proud owner of a ridiculous amount of stock options. Our new owner successfully floated on NASDAQ last month, moving our options deep-in-the-money. The calls do not vest until eighteen months from now but today we are all millionaires, on paper at least. We have the confidence of seasoned entrepreneurs. Surely, this cannot slip away, we have forward momentum.


The UNESCO world heritage setting of Amsterdam’s canals is a fitting backdrop to our “Yes, we made it !” celebration. The afternoon sun burns on the water which acts as a prism, breaking the sun’s spectrum into its constituent colors.


I look at my fellow entrepreneurs. The girls wear short flowery summer dresses, the men geek t-shirts with the unavoidable funny quotes. Quite the assorted group: Irish, Dutch, American, South-African, Canadian and two Belarussian network engineers who only speak Internet Protocol. Our PR lady Natasha has recently joined from Cape Town, our Ops Director Tony is from Nebraska, they are into a heated discussion on driving Lexus versus Porsche, spending money they do not have.


I smile and savor the moment. The future sure looks lavish with opportunity.


The prospect of getting filthy rich is wildly appealing and it comes with a feeling of complete freedom.  The unrestrained energy we demonstrate as a team comes from feeling unhindered by life’s usual limitations. All the ordinary in life is adjourned until we get to the end of this ride, for better or for worse. Each member of this gang knows that we’re making history here.


Stars and planets have aligned in a once-in-a-century fashion for something this extraordinary to happen. Our good fortune brings us as close to immortality as it gets, our horizon is eternity.


For the past two years, we’ve been in a state of flow, fully immersed in this challenge that takes all of our skills. We are at the top of our game. Our motivation is intrinsic, the hierarchy is symbolic. We inherently know what to do. 


Our company’s tagline is “Failsafe”, that is how confident we are. Each of us is a domain expert and as a team, we’re shooting  for zero errors.


No need for endless discussions, our game plan is crystal clear. We’ve even named our conference rooms after famous prisons to remind ourselves not to waste time in meetings : Sing Sing, Alcatraz, Robben Island.


I feel real proud thinking about how we got here, but at the same time, something is bothering me. Staring down at the waterline, the word prism lingers from my earlier thoughts about the sunlight breaking on the canal surface. I know one cannot see what is right in front through a prism because it bends the light. I mentally ‘see’ the metaphor and acknowledge that maybe I have not been looking at things clearly. Maybe my judgment has been clouded all along by the elated mood we’ve been in as a group and the exciting thoughts about unlimited wealth?


Deep down I know that this is too good to be true. Our new owner is years away from turning a profit, yet its valuation is sky high. Our stock price is blown out of proportion, based upon unrealistic expectations, emotions really. Anything ‘brick and mortar’ is considered as doomed these days and I for one have a hard time believing that.


All said and done, if I could run to the bank and cash in my options at fifty cents  on the Dollar, I would do so right now. But the vesting schedule holds me in a golden cage. So I have really no choice but to believe the bubble will not burst. I am resolved to see this through to the end. After all, the stock analysts are falling over themselves to convince the public that this is only the start of the boom cycle. I would be crazy not to catch this strong tailwind of the new economy and miss out on the gold rush.


Looking back at myself there on the canal ship in the late afternoon sun, I see myself physically brushing my worries away. I raise my glass for a refill, looking for some liquid relief. I drink and tell myself not to worry. But I also see that the earlier lightheartedness has gone, as if floating on the water, unknowingly, the ship has passed a tipping point…


With hindsight, that day on the water in Amsterdam was a defining moment. The dot-com collapse that soon followed turned our stock options into worthless paper. The new economy crashed and burned in a spectacular fashion and the NASDAQ ended the year fifty percent off its March 2000 high. The prospects of great wealth evaporated and we each went our way.


Looking back now, we were very lucky coming out with only bruised egos. But in the moment, it felt as if our universe imploded on us, we were reduced to again being mere mortals. Stars and planets drifted back into their normal orbits.


I did not get rich there and then but a couple of things I took with me, apart from the new term dot-gone.


That feeling of flow, when ego falls away. When actions and thoughts automatically follow previous ones, when one is completely absorbed by an activity without a sense of time. I have been able to capture and bottle that feeling of being in the zone and access it later at times when excellence was needed.


And of course that flavor of immortality, there on the water in Amsterdam. Young people celebrating existence, convinced they discovered the elixir of life.


I would not have missed it for all the money in the world.

© 2016 Philip Muls


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Philip Muls
An updated version, thank you for all your feedback!

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This is so much better! I can see what is happening so much more now. It's no longer a monologue but events. Well done! To make it even better try to get rid of as many "We are" and "We were" replace them with more active words. For example the first paragraph"
runs "August 2000. With broad smiles on our faces we are raising our champagne flutes in a toast to life. We are a cheerful bunch of young expats on the deck of an Amsterdam canal cruise ship. The sun is brilliant and we are Masters of the Universe."
It could run: "This is so much better! I can see what is happening so much more now. It's no longer a monologue but events. Well done! To make it even better try to get rid of as many "We are" and "We were" replace them with more active verbs. For example the first paragraph"
runs "August 2000. With broad smiles on our faces we raise our champagne flutes in a toast to life, a cheerful bunch of young expats on the deck of an Amsterdam canal cruise ship. The sun shines brilliantly and we are Masters of the Universe." Does that makes sense? It makes the imagery even more vivid. Again, this is so much improved!

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Philip Muls

8 Years Ago

Thank you for the relevant feedback Viola !



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i love the flow of the story, i enjoy the bliss feeling and chill, im a very hyper active person (ADHD) but i have always longed for chill writing and people. you have far surpassed my capabilites and i truly enjoyed this experience. 10/10

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Philip Muls

8 Years Ago

Many thanks, I try to keep it condense and bottled up.
Clear concise and automatic. Nicely done. You don't waste words on sentiment you leave that to your reader as you build through action. Only a little suggestion. Why not lose the date at the beginning? Everyone knows when the bubble burst the reader would believe that all of this is happening for them and the wealth is coming and it would make the ending a bit more of a reveal. Also it could certainly be bigger longer. The crash the loss. All of the characters reactions. Yours... Before the wisdom

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Philip Muls

8 Years Ago

Thank you, relevant comments. I need to reflect...with 'automatic' do you mean triggering generic re.. read more
William Gardner

8 Years Ago

no no, although yeah I get how it sounds like that. I meant more like- effortless and accessible. Th.. read more
Philip Muls

8 Years Ago

Thank you. I take your point about not starting with the 2000 date which gives away what will happen.. read more
I enjoy how this turned from joy to dread and despair in a moment, and ended on a plaintive note. Your words flowed together, carrying meaning like the waters of a river carry silt and detritus, constantly shifting speed and direction. I was engaged from start to finish. At first glance, I wondered how much story could be told in such a short span, but was quickly reassured by the river of words and the valley it carved in my mind.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Philip Muls

8 Years Ago

Thank you for the elegant feedback...silt and detritus, very nicely put
Philip, thank you for sending me the read request and leading me to this glimpse into the ethereal state of dot.com promise. You have done an excellent job with first person narrative to show us how the scene was interpreted by one person. I wonder what would happen if you allow that voice to linger a bit more on the physical aspects of the scene -- was there a light breeze, since it was summer was it hot and did he experience perhaps an unquenchable thirst? In other words, help the reader feel more involved in the setting. That's the only possible suggestion I would have. Having said that, I do want to emphasize how much I enjoyed the piece and the building to what was the inevitable. Good job.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Philip Muls

8 Years Ago

Hi, thank you for the feedback, I have made some changes to the story.
A very engrossing read. This has got me feeling motivated, elated. Swept in the joy, of that moment with you. "You cannot see what is in front of you through a prism because it bends the light." I love that line and the paragraph that followed. The ending is strong. "That flavor of immortality" ( I love that, that line.) yum...:) "on the waters in Amsterdam"

I have never been to Amsterdam..I haven't been to alot of places, actually. So this has been a pleasure, traveling through your stories.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Intriguing interesting read, I felt carried along in the joy of the future,, of couse it rarely goes as planned, as someone, or rather as many have said, " life is what happens when you're making other plans." I'm sorry it didn't work out for you and your friends, of course, but it sounds like you learned from it. I'm hearing George Harrison, a true favorite and hero of mine, and his song, "Be Here Now,", :))

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful use of pen and imagination.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful use of pen and imagination.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This perfectly captures the mentality of youth. Your writing is impressive and enjoyable. Well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another very enjoyable read. The pacing was a little messed up near the end however. It felt rushed. You had a nice 'flow' and things sort of ended abruptly. The 'lessons learned' part at the end didn't sit so well with the rest of the story. It seemed out of place. Maybe instead you could embed them throughout the story, since it was largely reflective anyways. I really like the last line, but it didn't need a summary of all the things the character learned to work properly. It worked by itself. Apart from that, I liked this story. It has a continual optimism throughout that makes you hopeful and shows the strength and resolve of the character. Great job :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Philip Muls

8 Years Ago

Hi, thank you for the feedback, I have made some changes to the story.

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Tags: Dot-Com, bubble, crash, options, Internet, glass fiber, prism, Amsterdam

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Philip Muls
Philip Muls

Grimbergen, Belgium



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