I used to imagine my resilience in the face of societal collapse as follows

1. Pack up and go to another country

2. Get online and activate a signing device using my memorised seed phrase

3. Use bitcoin stashes, either directly with people who accept bitcoin, or indirectly by selling for local currency on either a dex or worst case a centralised exchange

4. Get on with rebuilding life in other areas, like finding new work, normalising papers, and connecting with neighbourhood.

5. Tell grandchildren tales of my amazing survival.

In reality, I expect something more fiat...

1. In order to get into that country I need to demonstrate access to funds, so need to reveal at least part of my stash

2. Getting online makes me visible and tax target in new country, which I'm less familiar with so likely to trip.

3. Use bitcoin

4. Get on with rebuilding life

5. Be ashamed that bitcoin inheritance was bled out by survival needs and tax, so the best I have is stories... no satoshis.

Sigh.

Such a nihilistic mood today.

I blame the taxman.

Sigh