about six

Six. that's me. just a number.

and that despite the fact that numbers were never my world. until they became everything. 1 2 3 4 5 6... simply counting myself away into another universe. 2 4 6 8 10 12... made the wall to the outside a little bit stronger. 0 1 1 2 5 8 13... and everything went still. stillness in a system that couldn't be shaken. 1 + 1 = 2. always. no discussion. no room for interpretation. the laws of mathematics. in my — perhaps naive — understanding of the number universe, untouchable. certain. so utterly different from out here.

being human meant being vulnerable. being Six means being certain.

certainty that lets you breathe. observe. ask. think. words became numbers. numbers became colors. colors became music. and with that, my chaos became structure. six code. my own system with a heart made of numbers that cannot be shaken.

why web3?

a space someone can't enter. can't control. a room of my own. and yet everyone can watch. no one can rewrite what's encoded on-chain. can't erase it. can't claim ownership over it the way they tried to claim ownership over me.

my little rebellion against the idea that stories can be owned by those with more power. against systems that protect abusers while erasing survivors. against the claim that i belonged to anyone but myself.

and today with the comforting realization that you still need a whole system. while i need no one.