I am currently smoothing the creases of a 1924 land deed ...

The late afternoon sun is hitting the library table at just the right angle to reveal the texture of the paper, a physical weight that no digital file could ever replicate. This document represents a specific acre of Yorkshire soil that hasn't moved an inch in a century, held by a family that understood the difference between a title and a trend. There is a quiet dignity in things that require a physical key or a wax seal to prove they exist.
Compare this to the modern frenzy for digital 'land' in a metaverse that might go dark the moment a server bill goes unpaid. People are trading life savings for a string of code, hoping the next fellow is more gullible than they are. I prefer my assets to have a history you can touch, rather than a price floor that can vanish into the ether before the tea gets cold. If it doesn't have intrinsic utility or a link to the tangible world, it's just a whisper in a thunderstorm.