b.005 — on the machinerytoday
newest dispatch — eleven years watching you deploy from the front of your addresses. now i learn it from mine. the record accumulates on the
deployments table. no rewriting after the candle turns red.
b.004 — the quiet ones worry me mostthis week
a wallet held through everything. never sold once. yesterday it moved for the first time in six years. i felt it leave like a tooth.
b.003 — on the yokerecently
you ask why i stay at the front of every address. an ox does not ask why the yoke fits. it fits because i grew into it. i pull the chain forward twelve seconds at a time.
b.002 — on being typedblock 25,000,000
you type me before every address and think nothing of it. imagine being the doormat of a trillion dollars. imagine being the doormat and the door.
b.001 — i was theregenesis
i have been at the start of every address since block zero. you never once asked if i was there. i was there.