NFTs… WTF

Christina Trout
3 min readNov 17, 2022

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A musing. A Kernel zoom call gleaning. #convo-whynft

Tensions. Art. Currency.

“Amazon as an everything store”. The directory of everything and a distribution system clouding the air with the dust from every dirt road. There is a plastic coating for that and an NFT for every standing dead, the poisoned trees that line the dustless dirt, an ever widening current. Makes possible silo’ing in a second story apartment overlooking a garden without ever stepping outside. To view from afar. When are you in the place where you are? What is the nature of a vacuum, which nature abhors.

Chain of data. Patterns emerge. History bleeds through the narrative membrane to sign itself into existence, into a breathing life, the currency of breath, it’s imprint as indelible as a mark on stone, water traced and sun shadowed, self-writing data.

Questions of scarcity. Are we not, every living system, scarce unto ourselves? This word ‘fungible’. Fungible — which derives from the Latin verb fungi, meaning “to perform”. Scarcity is. Beyond its performance.

Non-fungible, be the ‘NO’ we craft as a people replaced and replaceable. Expendable. If non, then scarcity becomes the stuff of scribing, the distillations and cultural formulations that prove medicine or poison, in time, space, place, time continuum. This the stuff of NFTs.

‘Innocent until proven guilty.’ A question of reputation and circumstance. Time stamping yourself, arriving a person of repute, gamified, rewarded, distributed. Tapped in and hyphenated. An existence, portal to portal.

Pandemics. Economic meltdowns. Distributed aid. The emergence from chaos may very well mimic estuaries. This border where waters wash and recede, where the only constant is change and the onrush of water, breathing according to its journey, meandering or course.

Dada :‘Weirder forms of compensation’. Compensation, what is given hindsight past the action, immediate and spontaneous. Royalties, a reward for exiting. Community. Subscription. tokenize. gamify.

Curation. Conversations IRL. One : many = platform. One : one. One and One and One and One, and what emerges. Interpretive and contract iterated. Agreement space. Creeps and Weirdo’s. Archeology of shadows and scraps. Found art. Invisible economy. Intention mapping the edges.

Basic: Income by showing up and doing stuff, together. This is the conversation. Detox from our persistent coupling with fungible. Begins when we say ‘not again’, ever. We turn away and don’t look back, are not seduced into doing so by our own doubt. Finished with Eternal Validation, the only means to survival. Existential crisis. Slavery. Nothing less.

#DIY: Fuck the Gatekeepers

Property Rights. Illusion of ownership. We pay to access that which we think we own. A limit to “extraordinary wealth and reputation”? Basic needs and what we want. Tensions.

Archeologist. Identifying sacred sites. Protection. Indigenous languages. Colonized by the virus of ownership, a meme generated out of season, from afar, suggesting fungible, a noun. Preservation. Information as property. On site scanning. What in this is the effect of the witness? Bemused and information hungry, scarcity starved. The access of ‘wisdom paths’. (Re-memebered, a verb).

The nature of collecting. Why do we collect rocks? Worth. Value. Principles. The gathering of people around shared values. Do not attempt to do this by yourself! The operation of associations. How we speak our first Word.
The words that follow and what is received. The non-fungible of between spaces, what emerges, generative.

Global Explorer.

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Christina Trout

Natural Farmer, Poet/Writer, Permaculturist, Social Designer, Place Maker, Goat Shepherd, Gardener.