07.07
i fucked it.
i watched two heartcode days pass me, and i couldn't bring myself to mint. it's not that i didn't write, but that i resented putting those words on chain.
poetry is, in so many ways, an admission: admission of love, admission of guilt, admission of pain, admission of sorrow, admission of secrets, admission of self.
poetry is how i admit my ugly, in a beautiful way. and it's become harder to admit the ugly with the practice done in public.
the pressure to write, create, mint, feel, share, and provide has paralyzed me. in one poem, (that i promise you'll soon read) i describe my feelings: roses on the outside, razor blades on the inside.
i fucked it and i owe you: two airdrops, explanations, reliability, commitment, dedication, transparency and gratitude.
i owe you all of these and more.
the technology may be trustless but that does not eliminate my responsibility to be trustworthy.
trust cannot be promised, it must be earned.
true web3 interoperability is between the human and the hardware.
more to come. if you'll let me.
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