The gears of fate have begun to turn; it's January 18th again. Last year at 9:30, I watched helplessly as AI Meme plummeted to zero, without even a ripple. That day, the wind was strong; the opportunities belonged to others, but the northwest wind was mine. My neighbor, a Trump-worshipping "Trump fanatic," was cursing at 9:35 and then off to Sanya to look at houses at 10:00. They're enjoying A10 freedom, while I'm just drinking the wind. Who understands? "Immortal wealth" slipped through my fingers. A year has passed; they're enjoying #BinanceLife, while I'm "struggling to survive on Binance!"