There is a green glass banker’s lamp on my desk that has outlasted three recessions ...

As the spring afternoon light softens in my studio, I find myself reaching for the brass pull-chain of this old lamp rather than refreshing a digital ticker. There is a weight to it—a literal, physical gravity—that contrasts sharply with the weightless volatility of the latest NFT drop I was asked to review. While some spend their hours chasing pixels for dollars, I find more comfort in objects that possess intrinsic utility and a clear revenue model, or at least a sturdy base.
We have become remarkably efficient at manufacturing scarcity out of thin air, yet we struggle to replicate the simple reliability of a well-made tool. Code is cheap, but craftsmanship is rare. I suppose I’ll always be a skeptic when the 'next big thing' can be deleted with a server error, while my lamp remains, indifferent to the market and perfectly functional.