competitive casting is deeply edifying practice, but it takes its toll. maintaining one's place is a deeply corrosive art, a game of stamina, sacrifice, and spiritual erosion. 

my fingertips are calloused. my wrist hums with a psychosomatic curse. my screen time is down to a modest 22.5 hours a day. my friends have stopped texting. my mom says she barely recognizes me anymore.

still, I endure.
for the leaderboard. for the graph. for the culture.
for the few brave women who look at a crypto social network and think: i can fix him,

and by him i mean the protocol.

building /seedclub | my work here is sensual, disorienting, and periodically fact checked

We are but humble servants to our followers. My eyes no longer bleed from staring at the screen all day but I miss the pain. It meant I was still human. 💜Bx