A degenerate must be prepared for their NFT going to zero. In that impoverished and dystopian future, the NFT collector finds themselves alone and saddled with an unsellable JPEG that, in better days, was once worth two years of groceries, but now merely illuminates a sad room via a cracked phone screen. It’s here that I’d like to temporarily disassociate NFTs from wealth, technology, voodoo, and the vagrancies of cryptotechnology, and focus on the art. It’s easier to diamond hand when one as...