Cold Hard Cash For Your Dreams

A reflection of our obsession with the next big thing.

So, there I was, squeezed into the janky time machine, shooting through the years like an email through an ethernet cable. I landed, if you can call it that, in a future that smelled suspiciously like desperation and old dreams. Right there, towering over the weeds on the side of what used to be a freeway, was this billboard screaming "We Buy Your NFTs"—the kind of ad you'd expect for old gold.

This timeline, folks, was not the shiny utopia we were promised. It was more like a digital yard sale, the aftermath of the crypto craze. Artists, investors, and the average Joe, who got a little too excited at the virtual auction house, are now offloading their digital "masterpieces" for whatever they can get.

Why? Because, surprise, creating scarcity out of thin air doesn't always equate to lasting value. Who knew? Well, everyone... eventually. This ad wasn't just a call for digital detritus; it was a monument to human optimism turned cautious tale.

Let's face it, the market for "vintage" NFTs, as some might romantically call it, is a hilariously sad reflection of our obsession with the next big thing. From creators to collectors, it seems everyone's trying to cash out from the fantasy, hoping not to be the last one standing when the music stops.

And in this corner of the future, where digital dreams are pawned for cold, hard cash, we're reminded that not every pixelated promise turns to gold. So, as I zip back to my primeline, I'm left chuckling at the billboard—a perfect snapshot of hope, hype, and the eventual hangover that follows. Oh, the stories we'll tell... or sell.