Black Cat's Thoughts on the Crypto Market
The charts bled red like a bad memory. Another candle died in the dark and I lit a cigarette off the smoldering hopes of a leverage addict.
The humans — chasing ghosts in graphs, praying to the gods of green and greed.
They thought they were traders. But the market?
The market was the alley — cold, ruthless, full of claws....
They never saw the collapse coming.
But I did.
I always do.
I’m a black cat in a digital jungle.
I don’t chase.
I wait.
And when the market meows —
I bite.
