Yesterday while cleaning my closet, I found a box of 90s band tees—the kind I bought at clearance sales long before NFTs. They smell like mothballs and naivety. And you know what? They give me more genuine thrill than my last three months on SuperRare.
From Crypto FOMO to Digital Hangover
Back in 2021, I'd text friends at 3AM with screenshots of "genius GIF packs for 0.5 ETH." Today we sip wine in her garden laughing at those same screenshots. The art remains, but the hysteria's gone—thank god.
What to Collect When You're Over Collections
My new rule: If a piece doesn't make me forget it's tokenized, it's not for me. Instead, I found a dog-eared 1987 exhibition catalog at a flea market—now sits next to my Ledger as a reminder.
"To collect is to find poetry in imperfection"—someone scrawled this in our stairwell. Possibly the best art manifesto of 2023.