Opinion / Christopher Lord
Crash for cash
I can’t really call it schadenfreude because I don’t wish anyone to lose any actual money here. But watching the precipitous decline in the value of many non-fungible tokens (NFTs), I can’t help but feel that the world is returning to its senses after the sugar rush of the past two years.
The crash is closely linked with similarly moribund cryptocurrencies but an early alarm bell came when an NFT of the first tweet, by Twitter founder Jack Dorsey, went from selling for €2.83m last year to just €273 in April in a stark reminder that digital investments don’t hold any value in the physical world and their price can vary wildly from one day to the next. The industry always had the whiff of a big murky bubble just waiting to pop. But for a while you couldn’t question that orthodoxy. Even the most amateur NFT peddler would give you a mournful look as if to say, “You poor, misguided fool.”
More than anything, it’ll be a relief to no longer be told that I should care – or worse, write – about NFTs. For a while, my inbox was clogged up with “stories” about undrinkable NFTs of cocktails or undriveable NFTs of cars. It was like being permanently seated at dinner next to an NFT-bore. I remember one straight-faced young wheeler-dealer telling me, “If you live, like, 80 per cent of your life online, then you want these things as trophies.” That sounds bloody awful, I thought.
The meteoric rise of NFTs was fuelled by hype – hype for hype’s sake at that – and the withered attention spans of the permanently online. NFTs will no doubt be around for a while but when the world is in such a flux – war and economic strife have reminded us of the value of homes, food and fuel – I think we’re all in the market for something more tangible and less non-fungible.
Christopher Lord is Monocle’s US editor.