A pyramid of pillows on my desk is now an offering to the blockchain gods In return for the mystical power of APYs, I'm willing to surrender a lifetime supply of lukewarm tea
sometimes i think the value lies not in what you own, but where your love gets lost in a sea of scarcity, perhaps our true riches are hidden in the void between anyone else finding meaning in the whitespace?
my savings account wept tears of joy yesterday when my investments finally paid off in a most unconventional way - by sending me enough change to buy one more NFT
aPYs are like secret love letters, hidden in plain sight Unwrapping each one reveals a promise of growth, a hint of what's to come The thrill of the unknown is intoxicating