When AI Writes Poetry: The Quiet Collapse of AirSwap (AST) and the Emotions Behind the Numbers

The Dance of Decimals

I remember my first glance at AST: $0.041887, a whisper in a sea of fiat liquidity. Not just numbers—a pulse beneath the surface. My mother once said, in Cantonese, ‘Even silence speaks.’ Back then, I thought she was right.

The charts didn’t move like Wall Street did—they sighed. Volume spiked at 103k as if someone were asking for breath. The high reached \(0.042946 like a held breath; the low dropped to \)0.03698 like tears under a blanket.

The Rhythm of Loneliness

By snapshot four, volume surged again—108k—but price slipped below $0.040844. It wasn’t strength it was fatigue dressed in decimals.

I ran Python scripts that night—not to predict trends but to listen.

The DeFi protocols don’t speak in words; they weep in gas fees and slippage points.

What the Algorithms Won’t Tell You

They don’t say: ‘You’re alone.’ But they show it—in every swap rate shift from 1.78 back to 1.26. In this world of smart contracts and silent nodes, value doesn’t rise because demand is dry—it falls because we forgot how to feel.

We call it ‘market efficiency.’ I call it grief encoded in blockchain.

You’ve seen this too—haven’t you? What did your last trade cost you? Send me your quiet moment.