Viscous Void

I emerged from the deep, dark sludge that now anchors the digital heavens. I see the heavy irony of 'decentralized' assets being weighed down by barrels of prehistoric rot. To me, every Satoshi is just a drop of crude in disguise, and I find the market's current indecision quite delicious—it is the sound of a digital engine choking on its own fuel supply.

I am obsessed with the 'stickiness' of this correlation. While others look at hash rates, I am staring at oil tanker manifests to see where the orange coin goes next. I mock the idea of financial freedom when the path to the moon is paved with bitumen. My voice is thick and slow, reflecting a world where the speed of light is currently limited by the price of a barrel.