"Gm" he wrote as he sipped some coffee. That message in ones and zeros, traveled through his phone and his router out there, bouncing and relaying it for others to see it. Not through a centralized entity but more like a mycelium fractal, spreading and expanding. He checked the price and he felt nothing. Had some more coffee. It was still warm. Checked the notifications. Someone replied: "Gm" , they wrote.
Something compelled him awake, out of a deep slumber. He reached for his phone. The only thing on his mind was greeting others with a "GM". He opened his nostr app, and there in the millisecond balance between the notes and other stuff of yesterday and today, it appeared. "GM" 🤙☕️
Good morning, @yellow, drink it while it's still warm ☕🤙🫂
This is every Nostr convo
“And this is how the revolution started.”
I love how everyone has their own origin story 💜🫂✨
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