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GET RID!
Every system eventually shows its cracks. The buildings still stand, the printers still run, but the ground underneath has already started to give way.
He doesn’t wait for it to collapse. He grabs what’s left, stuffs the pockets, and moves before the rest of the crowd even notices the sky has changed color.
Behind him, the old skyline. Grey, stacked, still convinced it’s permanent.
Above him, something else is rising. Not paper this time. Not a promise from a printer. A Bitcoin that doesn’t ask permission to hold its value, climbing over the rooftops like it was always meant to be there.
The cash spills out behind him because he doesn’t need it where he’s going. It was never the destination, just the exit fee.
He’s not running from something. He’s running toward it.
Get rid of what’s melting. Keep what’s fixed.
— mx12Art
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