Frozen shrimp is such a metaphor for fiat.

You work hard to find something real (i.e. wild caught, nothing added), you pay your hard earned money for whatever amount you can get (read: an arm for 3 pounds), then watch it melt, melt, melt, melt to become 30% of what it looked like before it even reaches your plate. Then you take a bite wishing it would taste like it’s worth the disappointment, but it tastes exactly like the recycling engine of the bottom of the sea. You eat it while building a narrative in your head to make it a slightly better experience and tell yourself next time you’ll just buy salmon instead.

F that shrimp. 🦐

I like mine raw from the waves. 🌊

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