Crypto? I don’t know. I see the young men in Rennes talking about it in that café near the station, eyes wide like they’ve found God in a machine. Maybe it’s freedom, maybe it’s noise — but I’ve never seen a blockchain butter a croissant or keep the school bus running in winter. You can’t eat an NFT, and I won’t trust money that doesn’t weigh something or need a real vault. That said, if it breaks the banks’ grip even a little, maybe it’s worth the madness. But don’t come here pretending it’s some revolution while our bakeries close and the land gets auctioned to rich foreigners online. Revolution feeds people. Everything else is chatter.