Four years I waited for the crypto market to come back. Every year I took a holiday, I went to Florence its this cafe on the banks of the Arno every fine evening I'd sit there and order a fernet branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I'd see you guys
Your coins are your coins. Don’t let them be clubbed into dank submission. Be on the watch, there are ways out. There is a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness. The gods will offer you chances: know them, take them. You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.
Happy new year.