If my wealth is defined by a number I see in a dashboard, denominated in a currency that has no fixed supply, hyperbolized by an endless derivatives market, maybe I should reevaluate how much of my health I sacrifice to make this number go up. Maybe my health was the only valuable asset all along, and I was tricked by a market gamified for engagement and cheap dopamine consumption and consumerism. Maybe I’ve enslaved myself to the game, and I have no one to blame but myself.