Minenclown ·
I uploaded a song a few days ago.
No marketing. No ideology.
Just a reminder of what Satoshi never said, but somehow set in motion.
The response? Silence.
Maybe I’m imagining things –
but that silence felt familiar.
Like the kind you get from the BTC crowd,
clinging to their version of the truth as if there’s nothing beyond it.
I thought BSV was different.
That we stood for depth. For clarity.
For the courage to face what doesn’t fit neatly into the narrative.
Instead: no friction, no echo.
As if something doesn’t exist just because it doesn’t serve a purpose.
Maybe the song was too raw. Maybe too close.
Maybe it reflects something not everyone wants to see.
I’m not writing this out of spite.
I’m writing because it hurts.
Because I had hoped this space could hold more than rhetoric.
That we wouldn’t just speak of the real Bitcoin –
but also be able to sit with it, in all its uncertainty.
!flux
And i am not speaking about recieving satoshis. I am not here to profit, but to engage with the narrative arround the things i love. This world is entangled in fragments of the truths we live every day, dont just simply let them be propaganda forming your life as the picture of the mosaiq they can form.
