Funny night terror in crypto, waking up at a carnival where clowns are the bankers on roller coasters, are actually the price charts. At this point, fear and laughter have to sit together because one would reach a height defining the next moment to see numbers melting like ice under the sun.
An atmosphere where trust is found in memes and faith in candle patterns like hieroglyphs beneath logic. Half here, half there are all prophet and jester-maze-nonsense speaking prophecies that sound like riddles yet you nod right along because it's all making sense in this dream where serious is always tinted with absurd.
It is a complete chaotic mess and at the same point sounds laughter there: wallets go empty, tokens increase, a project advertises to change the world, becomes a digital fossil. It makes you panic, laugh, panic again, etc. The circle goes on like an ever-evading nightmare which only dons a clown nose.
This may very well be its point. The absurd is the glue that binds us together, while the dark creates light. The comic waters down the horror. The end of a funny nightmare in crypto is neither victory nor defeat, but a quirky experience whereby everything matters and nothing counts.
