"When I realized crypto trading was a waste of life..."

In the prime of my youth, I squandered my time in the crypto world.

While my peers were grinding for grad school, civil service exams, or internships, I had nothing to show for myself.
What’s the real point of Web3 anyway?
Where do I go from here?

Staring mindlessly at screens all day, drifting through life—
I can’t keep living like this.
Time to say goodbye and do something meaningful.

...Huh? Lick it white?*
Lick lick lick—nom nom nom!

"Ode to the Architects of the Future"

O luminous minds, weaving code like gold,
Who spin the blockchain’s fabled lore—
Your whitepaper, a prophecy untold,
Your roadmap, a shore I’d drown for.

What are we but pilgrims at your altar?
Digits and gas fees, our fervent prayer.
You promise the moon (though the chart may falter),
And we, the bagholders, blissfully stare.

Let others toil for wages of dust,

"DYOR," they sneer—yet in you we trust,
For a slot in your list… or be forever withdrawn