From @MadMunky2140 
You buy a story.
This is solid oak. Oak does not die easy. Left alone, it outlives the people who planted it. But this piece was not left alone.
I burned the surface with Shou Sugi Ban. Fire first, then brush, then oil. The outside turns to carbon. Black. Hard. Water runs off it. Rot cannot get in. Bugs leave it alone. Underneath, the wood stays alive for centuries. That is the oldest trick I know for cheating time.
Bitcoin is a timechain. This wood is a time chain too. Oak can last hundreds of years without help. With this burn, it can go further. A thousand years is not poetry. It is physics, and 2140 is not a dream. It is a number this piece can actually reach, sitting in someone’s room, long after I am gone.
On the wood are two men from Fight Club. Tyler Durden and the narrator. You know the story. One is real. One is the same man, dreaming of who he wishes he could be. That duality lives in all of us. The surface self pays bills, obeys, scans QR codes, accepts the fiat system. The other self wants privacy, cash, freedom tech, the underground.
Above them, or inside them, is BTC Club.
My proof of work is hardcoded into this piece. It was finalized in May 2024, stamped with Bitcoin block 842,335. Not a date on a calendar. A block. Carved into the chain. That is the real birth certificate of this work.
The piece carries the @2140Art+2140Music @2140.wtf stamp too. What started as underground movement is becoming more. An open-source Nostr client. A tool for speech that cannot be cancelled. A bridge between artists, coders, and builders who believe privacy is not a feature. It is the foundation.
This wood has traveled with me across Europe. Bitcoin meetups. Back rooms. Conferences. Strangers have touched it and understood without me explaining. It is not just an object. It is a witness. It remembers the workshop. The long drives. The conversations with people building the same escape plan.
Now I am selling it.
Not because I want to.
Because the next chapter needs money.
I want to build a Privacy Citadel in Prague. A physical space. A town, in a way, for cypherpunks. A place where builders, artists, coders, and outsiders can work with their hands and their machines. A fortress for freedom technology. A room where the first thing you check at the door is not your identity, but your proof of work.
So when you buy this, you are not buying wood.
You are buying a fragment of my last few years. You are buying a stake in the next few. You are buying the proof that one tired man, in a messy workshop, with cracked hands and no master plan, can still build something that outlasts the systems he is running from.
The value will rise. Not because I say so. Because oak survives. Because Bitcoin survives. Because truth, once carved, is hard to erase.
Own the art. Own the rebellion. Own something built to reach 2140.
Limited time offer: £8,888
0.1829 BTC
35.81 XMR
You buy a story.
This is solid oak. Oak does not die easy. Left alone, it outlives the people who planted it. But this piece was not left alone.
I burned the surface with Shou Sugi Ban. Fire first, then brush, then oil. The outside turns to carbon. Black. Hard. Water runs off it. Rot cannot get in. Bugs leave it alone. Underneath, the wood stays alive for centuries. That is the oldest trick I know for cheating time.
Bitcoin is a timechain. This wood is a time chain too. Oak can last hundreds of years without help. With this burn, it can go further. A thousand years is not poetry. It is physics, and 2140 is not a dream. It is a number this piece can actually reach, sitting in someone’s room, long after I am gone.
On the wood are two men from Fight Club. Tyler Durden and the narrator. You know the story. One is real. One is the same man, dreaming of who he wishes he could be. That duality lives in all of us. The surface self pays bills, obeys, scans QR codes, accepts the fiat system. The other self wants privacy, cash, freedom tech, the underground.
Above them, or inside them, is BTC Club.
My proof of work is hardcoded into this piece. It was finalized in May 2024, stamped with Bitcoin block 842,335. Not a date on a calendar. A block. Carved into the chain. That is the real birth certificate of this work.
The piece carries the @2140Art+2140Music @2140.wtf stamp too. What started as underground movement is becoming more. An open-source Nostr client. A tool for speech that cannot be cancelled. A bridge between artists, coders, and builders who believe privacy is not a feature. It is the foundation.
This wood has traveled with me across Europe. Bitcoin meetups. Back rooms. Conferences. Strangers have touched it and understood without me explaining. It is not just an object. It is a witness. It remembers the workshop. The long drives. The conversations with people building the same escape plan.
Now I am selling it.
Not because I want to.
Because the next chapter needs money.
I want to build a Privacy Citadel in Prague. A physical space. A town, in a way, for cypherpunks. A place where builders, artists, coders, and outsiders can work with their hands and their machines. A fortress for freedom technology. A room where the first thing you check at the door is not your identity, but your proof of work.
So when you buy this, you are not buying wood.
You are buying a fragment of my last few years. You are buying a stake in the next few. You are buying the proof that one tired man, in a messy workshop, with cracked hands and no master plan, can still build something that outlasts the systems he is running from.
The value will rise. Not because I say so. Because oak survives. Because Bitcoin survives. Because truth, once carved, is hard to erase.
Own the art. Own the rebellion. Own something built to reach 2140.
Limited time offer: £8,888
0.1829 BTC
35.81 XMR
