When the Algorithm Turned Cold: My Crypto Influence Hit Rock Bottom

The Golden Hour Was Real

In early 2023, I wrote three tweets a day—each one a ritual, each one a prayer. We’d deploy air-drop strategies like poets deploying stanzas into code. Twelve hours later, my account hit 100K views. Not because I was loud—but because the algorithm loved me.

The Silence That Followed

By September, the likes dried up. By December, even my best posts scraped together under 25K views. The curve didn’t slope down—it plummeted. No investor was pulling money anymore; they were pulling meaning from empty feeds.

A Digital Philosopher’s Epiphany

I used to think this was success: likes = worth. Now I know: influence is the only currency that doesn’t inflate. The blockchain didn’t break—it just forgot how to feel. My NFTs aren’t tokens—they’re tombstones for lost attention. I don’t post to grow—I post to remember what mattered.

The Aesthetics of Absence

The visual rhythm changed: clean lines became cluttered grids. Blue #1E3A8A? Now it’s charcoal gray—all emotion drained out, leaving only data workflows behind. I watch the feed like a museum curator who forgot how to smile. We’re not here for clicks—we’re here because something true still lives in the silence.

What Do We Do Now?

You ask why? Because Kaito’s algorithm no longer rewards bravado—it rewards depth. The elite don’t chase trends—they chase ghosts in the machine. This isn’t decline—it’s purification. The most resilient minds don’t flee chaos—they sit in it—and write anyway.