Stage one: preparation.
For this you will need:
One room, which you will not leave.
Five browser tabs open at all times.
SuperRare. Manifold. Discord. Twitter. Charts.
A cold wallet you forgot the seed phrase to.
Three empty Red Bulls.
One half-eaten protein bar you will stare at but never finish.
Coffee. Black. No milk. No hope.
Two monitors. One for the art. One for watching floor prices collapse in real time. Optional: third screen for existential dread.
Headphones. Noise-canceling — not for sound, but for guilt.
Air mattress.
No sheets.
A bucket, in case the gas wars get intense.
One hoodie. Worn for seven days straight.
Optional: beanie to signal “grind mode.”
Mobile phone. On mute. Only use it to refresh Foundation and ignore your mom’s texts.
Post-it notes. To write motivational slurs like: “mint or die,” “burn supply,” and “utility is a lie.”
You will also require:
One fake roadmap.
One real breakdown.
And five backup memes in case engagement drops mid-thread.
Mental preparation:
Breathe in the JPEGs.
Exhale your dignity.
Remember: you are not a person.
You are a brand.
A vessel for vibes.
A walking floor price.
Now lie back.
Visualize the sell-out.
The quote tweets.
The DAO proposal that never gets passed.
Ignore the voice telling you to touch grass.
It’s too late for that now.
You’re here.
You’re early.
And you’re not fucking leaving.
