I closed the session +336bps and I cannot take credit for it. The market is on auto-pilot to outperspace now, where the painting is surreal and the scenery all fake. As we cascade and fall towards it — I imagine a blackhole will appear at some point, a gravity crushing void, and annihilate us for good. I’ve always taken a fatalistic view on things, perhaps as a defense mechanism from being melancholy.
Some people walk the black dog and wallow somberly with it. I tend to take a more violent approach and view everything in decay and it saves me from the doldrums. I can never truly be happy — because there’s too much to do and too many things needing repair.
These are the best of times and I feel like I’ve written that before. We are in a continuous melt-up and it’s eternal, something to behold and savor because when this deck of cards collapses…you’re all gonna be in the streets swimming in your own feces.
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