Strange memories on these nervous nights in the land of crypto. Has it been 5 minutes, days or years? It seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that rarely comes again. This crypto era is a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it means something, maybe not in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words, music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that we were there and alive in this corner of time, whatever it means 🌎
There was madness in any direction, at any hour, you could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning☀️ And that, I think, was the handle- that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail, no matter what coin we were shilling. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
So now, a few years later, you can go up on a steep hill in CoinMarketCap, look east and see the high-water mark- that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back. But with the right kind of eyes, you can spot another wave coming...
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The content is inspired by H.S Thompson.