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There's a quote I've had in my calendar since April 14th, 2001. It repeats every three weeks. I don't know why I chose three weeks. I barely remember the movie. But the line was this: a warrior does not give up what he loves. He finds the love in what he does. Most months I just swipe past it. Dismiss it. Then one day it surfaces again and I think — huh. Okay. Something in it keeps finding me.
I've lived a lot of different versions of myself. The tech guy at the consulting firm. The person working inside someone else's vision, surrounded by co-workers I didn't choose. The nomad who kept trimming what he owned because he kept moving. The guy who once spent $25 on a photograph at Art Basel Miami not really knowing why, just that it looked kind of cool. The guy who spent $19 on StarCraft skins and then sat quietly with that for a minute.
I say I bought books, movies, music. But I never owned any of it. That always bothered me in a low-level, persistent way. Then someone mentioned NFTs and I did what most people do — I said: are you just buying a picture? Is this like a copyright? Is any of this enforceable? It took a while for it to click. Then it did. A digital asset you actually own. You can give it to someone. You can sell it. You can take it with you wherever you go. That last part mattered more to me than I expected.
Moving strips you of excess fast. You start to keep only what matters and leave the rest behind. The physical books went. The small prints from Miami stayed in memory. The NFTs came with me. And more than the files, more than the tokens, it was the idea that what I collect can never be too heavy. No boxes. No storage units. No leaving things behind because the apartment is too small. You carry your whole collection in a wallet and nobody even knows.
I keep two separate rooms. The Web3 world and everything else. My family and friends from the other life — the LinkedIn life, the old one — still think I'm doing what I used to do. When someone mentions crypto I say oh yeah, is that like Bitcoin? Is Minecraft an NFT? I genuinely don't know what you're talking about. I've gotten good at it. I'm not hiding something shameful. I just like having this other identity that belongs only to me and the people I've actually chosen to be around. There's a kind of freedom in that separation. The normie world has opinions about crypto that have nothing to do with what's actually happening here, and I don't have the energy to argue about it. So I play dumb and I come back to this room.
The thing about traditional tech communities — the office ones, the LinkedIn ones — is that you don't choose the people. You show up and there are people there and you adapt. I did that for years and never felt like I'd found my people. And then in Web3, someone posted a quote from Italo Calvino. Someone made a meme so specific it was only funny if you'd actually read the thing. Someone was talking about anime in a way that wasn't performing for anyone. And I thought — oh. This is how it happens. Not forced. Just found.
Community in this space is collected the same way you collect art. You don't collect everything. You can't. But when something belongs with you, you know. That's how I think about what I've built here. Not an audience. A collection of connections I carry with me everywhere. Smaller than it might look from the outside. More real than anything I built in the office years.
I think about editions a lot. About what it means when an artist decides to make work available to more people. Some people say the sum of the edition should exceed the one-of-one, otherwise the market is unbalanced. That's the financial logic and it makes sense. But there's a version of this that irritates me — when artists treat their edition work as a lesser thing. Like the good stuff is the one-of-one and the edition gets what's left over. Supply is the only thing that should affect price. Not care. Not attention. Not heart. Those don't scale down. Rick Ostenbrook — whatever the right pronunciation is — you could not look at his one-of-one or his edition and tell the difference unless you checked the supply. That's the standard. That's what it should feel like.
Language is something I keep coming back to. How much of this space is still gated by English. How many artists are doing all their conversations through a Google Translate window — every tweet, every DM, every reply — just to participate. And they still won't join a Twitter Space because you can't translate fast enough to speak. There are voices we haven't heard. Work that exists somewhere outside the English-language bubble that the algorithm builds around all of us. That gap bothers me quietly. I don't have a clean solution. I just know it's there and I'd rather name it than pretend it isn't.
I watch AI the same way I watch a tide I can't fully map yet. Netflix spent years figuring out that it's not just what you watch — it's the sequence. The Godfather before Toy Story is a different experience than the Godfather after. Now something can read that sequence faster than anyone and adjust what you're fed based on how your attention is moving. That's not a small thing. Art made before this version of AI will be read in a different light going forward. I don't know exactly what that means yet. It just sits there, open.
There's a trainer now. Years of doctors, rehab, managing things with medication, and then finally someone said just get a trainer. And it fixed things the doctors hadn't. The body is more honest than the system built to treat it, sometimes. The inner voice took longer. Someone told me — be careful of what you're saying to yourself. Not what you say out loud. What runs in the background. The loop. Especially for people who grew up in households where the default assumption was not enough. I'm still learning to turn that volume down. Some days I do. Some days the calendar reminder comes through and I read it again and think — right. Okay. Still true.
I'm an open book in here. In this room, with this handle, with this collection I've been building since August 2021. Out there I play clueless and it works fine. In here I'm building something real. The DECA work. The connections. The quiet ongoing effort to understand what it means to actually own something digital and what that ownership asks of you in return.
The Vessel makes sense to me because of what it refuses to do. It won't revise. It won't delete. It won't optimize the thing away once the algorithm decides it's no longer useful. That's rare. Most of what we make online is on borrowed time — sitting on a server that belongs to someone else, on a platform that can change the rules, on infrastructure that has no obligation to preserve what you put there. This is different. And after years of buying things I didn't actually own, that difference is not small.
— pravijn
a warrior does not give up what he loves. he finds the love in what he does.
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