My father slaved 50 years in a Cuban factory. Never missed a day, best of his kind. Ask them his name today, silence.

My mother gave 40 years running galleries and museums. Decades of loyalty. Ask them her name, no one remembers.

That’s the system: give it your life, and it forgets you the next day.

That’s why I Bitcoin, because my last name will mean something to my loved ones, to my daughter.

Break the chains. Or die as just another replaceable cog.