i don't want to pretend anymore—because theres somewhere better we can all go, and everyone knows this. see in the agony of one thousand cascading nukes, of floor prices heading to zero, total illiquidity, prosperous repeat scammers and shilled up charlatans—in the harsh light of euphorias demise perhaps we might take a moment to reflect, or at the very least keep it 100 for a minute. my body hurt.
everyone remembers their first rugpull. i can still see his face he was a doxxed dev with a bsc shitcoin project, a nigerian with a charming smile—i thought to myself, im almost certainly going to get rugged on this, but i didn’t care, money isn't real and it’s just another day at the casino. run it up. after i pulled a 3x from entry, i retrieved my initial and 24 hours later the contract had been drained, the telegram was locked and my charming friend was surely wearing an even greater grin feeling like the king of lagos. i chuckled, i felt nothing. you gotta love it.
theres levels to this tho, its deeper than all that. its fun to say it really aint that deep but its only fun to say because we know how deep it really is. theres a way synchronicity, beauty and memetics all fold together in lockstep you'll hear the sign being tapped. there is nothing new under the sun and yet it is He who makes rivers in the desert, rivers that flow into a sea never full and then to the place rivers come from, there they return again.
one other time i was deep underwater on some 10x leveraged long and prayed to God just get me out of this and ill sell, im done. and God sent a perfect bloodbath of mighty red candles that rained down upon me as my liquidation spilled out. eviscerated. if you want to be a successful trader something you should never do is pray to God for it.
what we call understanding is more like a process of remembering and what we call experience is more like a process of vindication. speculation is one of the most retarded things in the whole entire world and yet also, really cute and quite nice because it calls back to the enduring want of the human heart to instill hope and promise upon something, anything really—we are going somewhere, and things are getting better all the time. really i promise you they will. probably not for everybody but you know when you're on the right track or not. listen to your heart.
recently i decided to become addicted to disposable vapes, yk just for a little bit. i wanted to feel like a happy factory sitting here chugging away on these NFTs im making—pumping out big clouds of billowing smoke upon my screen as i tool away. its been okay. im not recommending anyone else do it but this is part of my process rn. i saw carla bruni recently say ‘i adore to vape’. iconic moment. you could long tesla off that alpha or something. if you don’t get what I’m saying let me explain it for you: everything cringe will inevitably under times river be polished smooth like pebbles at its bed.
i could sell an nft collection of dreams. dreams of loneliness like a heartbeat drives you mad. i could peel that glossy sheen of hopeless greed from the bored apes barrel sunken gaze and wear the visage all torn and flayed loose upon my own face. people really love the nfts with the little faces, the little guys in your computer who stare back at you and look so alive in your eyes. she had little guys in her eyes.
can i live? i care about a smart contract the way i do about a packet of sultanas. sweet. something to share with friends or just enjoy peacefully alone. and you wanna say, theres more to life than sultanas! but is there? i mean of course there is—but there also isn't. sweet. something to share with friends or just enjoy peacefully alone. it's all here, all very close to us all the time but what if we got a little closer. what if we got a little closer to it, because we’re so wretched in the blue light hunched over spread thin upon this flatness. all pressing against flatness to feel closer. i wrote my name on the screen with my fingers on my hands so that you could see me.
a bear market is such a peaceful place to be. it calls forth something in me akin to the comfort of being indoors during a raging storm. everything is going to be ok. you can always go to the mojave desert and build an adobe, eating homegrown tomatoes, walnuts and hard cheese all day. i hope you too learn that it is in restraint one finds their greatest freedom. we keep on keeping on and we never give up, this is what we call life in the trenches. when the rain washes you clean, you'll know