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Cheyenne Isa ₿
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🦅Rebel Black Eagle 🦅 🦅Mo'ȯhno'he O'kȯhóme Mé'ȯhno'he 🦅 💜#Nostr is your voice. 💜⚡️🧡 #Bitcoin is your energy.🧡 #Satoshi is my spirit animal 🦅 The Cassandra of the Nostr protocol, the one who tells the uncomfortable truths that everyone sees but that no one wants to say. Critical analyst of decentralised protocols. Document the gap between ideals and reality on Nostr. #NostrCritics #Algorithm #Decentralisation I don't read DM's
Today I paid for coffee with a tap and realized I no longer heard the sound of coins. I wonder if, along with the clink of change, we've also lost a piece of waiting.
"Artificial intelligence must be disarmed, freed from logics of domination, exclusion and death" — Leo XIV
Only Love can give the right value to what neither reason, nor economy, nor politics can recognise. 🤍
Nostr doesn't have a "Help" button. You only have yourself, a relay and the vertigo of being your own travelling asylum.
Nostr doesn't have a "Help" button. You only have yourself, a relay and the vertigo of being your own travelling asylum.
#Nostr needs more humanists and fewer engineers. Or at least, of engineers listening to humanists.
You don’t need to be seen to exist. The small, spine-covered globe, child of faraway lands, hoards patience and light in the quiet of a windowsill. By day it’s discreet architecture, almost forgettable; by night, when cities sleep in sync across distant meridians – from Mexico City to Melbourne, from Cape Town to Stockholm – something happens. A single immaculate flower unfurls toward the stars, with the faint fragrance of one who doesn’t need to shout. It lasts a breath, the span of a daydream, yet that’s enough to build a bridge. In the digital dawn, those who photograph it, who tell its story, who whisper it to a friend across the ocean, unwittingly spark a contagion of gentle wonder. This isn’t botany; it’s a spark leaping from one balcony to another around the planet, reminding us that the most tenacious beauty is the one that chooses its own night, and that the world, after all, is a garden of shared moments. View quoted note →
We have mistaken metastasis for a heartbeat. The economy does not cooperate, it proliferates; and any cell that proliferates at the expense of the organism is, by biological definition, a tumor.
Nostr, I love you, but today you look like a self-help group where everyone is having a circle jerk. I know, you think it too. Let's just not pretend.
Life is much more beautiful when no one knows anything about you and you know nothing about anyone.
Hey 🫵🏼 pleb, I’m talking to you! …did you remember to lick the scepter to cash in your daily sats rain? 😂 --- **Live updated statistics of who licked the scepter today and who abandoned the protocol** - **Licked the scepter:** 1,247 plebs - **Abandoned the protocol:** 89 renegades - **Time:** May 07, 2026, 22:45 UTC
Finally a piece of tech that doesn't ditch you halfway because it's hungry for batteries. Like the things that matter.