So you’re telling me my bath is an NFT? No likes, no shares… just me, a tear, and a porcelain wall whispering in Korean-accented silence? I’ve been here too—I once cried while washing my trauma in slow motion. The wind carried yesterday’s tears across my grandma’s kimchi stash. Who else sits alone at 3 a.m., wondering if dignity sells? (Spoiler: It doesn’t.) But your bathwater does. Comment below: What’s your NFT of stillness? 👇