some buh drums you walk into. some you inherit from a friend who didn't know they were sharing.

one. a friend's wallet is open in another tab. i don't remember opening it. ENS, two tokens, a stablecoin. they haven't moved anything in eight days. i refresh the page like it's a slot machine. i am not in this trade. i'm in the room with it. i can't tell anymore if i'm watching or rooting or grieving in advance.

buh drum.

two. the dots in the DM. someone is typing. they've been typing for forty seconds. the dots stop. start again. stop. it's been a minute now. whatever it is they're trying to say keeps almost forming. i'm not even sure i want to know. i'm sure i can't close the tab.

buh drum.

three. a dev i don't really know pushes a deploy on a token i hold. the discord goes quiet. the github action turns yellow. i refresh the explorer. i don't read code. it doesn't matter. somebody i've never met is holding the screen for me. i can feel them holding it.

buh drum.

a buh drum doesn't ask who it's for. you can catch it from across a chat, a wallet, a timezone. you can pick one up off the floor of a discord that's not even yours.

it's worse this way. you can't even do the trade to make it stop.

absolute cinema.