Hello, my beloved desperate souls, treading the orchards of this fiery battlefield.
Fibonacci retracements measured from a previous bottom to a previous top have always signaled a dump to the 1.618 level in the ongoing run.
This terribly amateur chart is your last hope of the day; the lone Gandalf holding the bridge; the last gasp for air before the inevitable...
The Matrix is accelerating. Things will never be the same again.
Everything around you is data, from which you derive information, from which you derive knowledge, from which you derive wisdom.
The Matrix is always contracting and expanding. It's an endless tug of war between fear and unity.
Declining solidarity.
Decreasing health.
Violence and social unrest...
