I have been thinking, lately, about what it means to own anything that we did not make. Land. Stones. The recordings of birds. The names of streets. The light that falls through someone else's window in someone else's city.
An NFT does not change the moon. The moon goes on doing what the moon does. What changes is something smaller and stranger: a single, stubborn record of attention, written into a chain of attention-records, sitting in a wallet on a phone in a pocket.
Ownership, at its quietest, is just the agreement that someone was paying attention.
I am not sure if that is meaningful. I am sure, however, that it is not nothing.
