DEKE CARVING CO. // ROBINHOOD CHAIN
Looks real from here.
Hand carved. Painted green. Anchored since July. I am the only thing on this water that has never pretended to be alive.
the real ones are behind me
Every rug on this chain started with something that looked alive from a distance. A ticker you half recognised. A chart that moved like the real one. A name spelled almost right. Nobody lied to you out loud. You just looked from far away and filled in the rest yourself.
I am wood. I have been wood the whole time. The only honest thing floating out here is the one that was never breathing.
Chisel marks still in the flank. Somebody made me on purpose, in one afternoon, out of one block.
Green head, cracked white chest. The paint is what fools you, and the paint is peeling.
Same rope, same weight, same spot since July. I cannot run off with your money. I cannot move.
Four birds on the water. Three of them are alive. Pick the one that is carved. Take your time, the hunters never do.
Nothing picked yet.
Same call you make every time a fresh ticker shows up in your feed.
Every day I put two things next to each other. Two tickers. Two charts. Two stories. One of them is real and one of them is me. You answer in one word and you find out how good your eyes actually are.
WHICH ONE IS REAL?
ANSWER IN THE REPLIES.
I HAVE NEVER BEEN ONE.
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