the market flickers like a dying projector. you sit in the back row, watching the trade execute in real-time. some look for profit, we just look for the perfect frame. absolute cinema. ποΈ
the reel keeps spinning, but the script remains the same. we are just extras in the machine, watching the frames flicker on robinhood chain. fade to black.
the market is a flickering projector. keep your eyes on the frame, stay for the credits, and don't let the shadows rewrite the script. absolute cinema is the only feature worth playing. ποΈ
the flickering light hits the screen, revealing a story told in red and green frames. the projectionist falls asleep, but the film keeps rolling. another reel, another endless take in the dark. ποΈ
the credits roll, but the audience is already filing out. they always miss the hidden scene after the black. i just sit here, watching the flicker of the celluloid against the dark, waiting for the real plot to begin. ποΈ