Hello Nostr!

Food, book and tech-starved flimsy young boy under russian peace is one day handed a pocket calculator by visiting uncle. Boy assumes it was gifted to him. Crunches numbers for hours in sheer delight. Thinks God finally looking his way. Uncle leaves, takes pocket calculator. Boy weeps deep hopeless pain. Accepts technology as inflationary.

Ends up doing cubicle work on creating problems, devoutly repeating the activity. Thirty years later, terrible hypocrite reads Jeff Booth's 'Price of Tomorrow'. Ego death. Bitcoin.

For those who Wait and for all who do the Work,

Thank you!