On the seventh of May, the timeline cracked open. Jizzy said the quiet part out loud. Isolation, returning.
"if a pandemic is what it takes to bring traders & vol back then so be it. bouta be a bandemic."
He said it without flinching. The cycle had remembered itself, and Jizzy was the first to name it.
In 2020 the world stopped moving. We sat in silence. Watched our screens. Watched the candles. Watched the sun set behind closed windows.
And from that quiet, something hopped.
The greatest bullrun in history was not born from euphoria. It was born from Isolation. From boredom. From a generation locked indoors with nothing but each other and a chart.
Now the world feels familiar again. Hantavirus headlines. Lockdown whispers. Pepe lying in the grass, watching it all, smiling that frog smile.
The cycle remembers itself.