page one of the notebook

He has no idea
what's going on.

Nobody explained the chart. Nobody explained the wallet. $ZIG just keeps pushing the cart anyway, because stopping was never really an option.

Zig pushing a wooden cart with a huge grey boulder in it, determined face

journal entry #1

"still don't
get it."

He read the chart. He read it again. He asked what a "candle" was. Nobody answered. He's still in. ask him yourself — he won't know, but he'll try.

Zig with fists up and question marks floating around his head, confused expression
Zig frozen solid inside a block of ice, sweating and dazed

status update

Market's frozen.
So is he.

Down bad, iced over, still not selling. There's a kind of dedication in there somewhere, even if it looks a lot like being stuck.

buy anyway
Zig sitting on a toilet, checking his phone, humming to himself

checks the chart. everywhere. always.

field notes

There is no
bad time to check.

Not financial advice, but there has never once been a wrong moment for $ZIG to open the app. He has made peace with this about himself.

last page

Cold, confused,
still walking.

He doesn't know where it leads. There's a light up ahead, so that's where he's going. $ZIG, onward.

Buy $ZIG