Everywhere I look, red.

Everywhere I look, red.

The markets are reacting to world events, to insanity, to be fair. I'm of the opinion that if there is anyone making gains right this second, it's probably someone who knows when the tweets are coming. The people in the know.

I saw a post about Andrew Tate being liquidated. Apparently, he too thought he could play the markets, show off his chadness with longs and shorts. One hundred thousand green ones, gone in a matter of hours. I don't believe in karma, but I can't say that one didn't taste a little sweet.

What I'm trying to say, in a very poor way, is that we seem to be approaching the pop. The real pop.

You know? Like the dot-com one. The one that separated the stupidity from reality.

Where we land after this split, at this fork in the road, is nothing more than our best guesstimation.

Some people believe, and I do understand their point, that we are about to spiral into nothingness. Valuation-wise, of course. If HBD breaks, and it's getting close to that point, it could trigger massive conversions from our biggest HBD holder. The newly printed Hive would then be used as rafts to salvage at least the silverware from the Titanic.

Again, I understand this fear. I do.

But we can't be seduced by the notion of burning the whole thing down. We don't know if we resemble a phoenix after all.

All this noise, all this negativity, and yet I've not stopped working.

Is it sad to admit that I don't know what else to do?

What else can I do?

What else can we, as a group of people who've poured ourselves into this place for this long, do?

Sorry for the sour tone.

Tiredness is kicking my butt a bit too.

-MenO