For three weeks, much of my time has revolved around a transaction I cannot take back. On July 21st, a fee bump I pressed in the wrong wallet fed the final Digital EUR bill of “Do Not Accumulate” to a miner as part of a 758-satoshi fee. The full account is on the blog. This note is about what it did to the work, and to the working.
The numbers keep following me around. 213, the sats by which edition 21 missed surviving. 334, the margin by which edition 1 escaped the same fee, a margin it now carries as its literal face value in a collector’s wallet. I spent months choosing meaningful sats for this series, the network chose two numbers of its own and wrote them into the provenance more permanently than I ever could.
My practice has changed shape around it. Every postage UTXO is now frozen and labelled the moment it arrives. Every transfer is decoded before it is signed; nothing rare shares an address with anything ordinary. Rituals born from a 758 sat funeral.
And the offer stands. Somewhere, a miner on the most inscription-hostile pool in Bitcoin holds the point of no return without knowing it. Redemption, refusal, or silence: the work accepts all three endings, which may be the first time I have made something that cannot fail to conclude.
The full record: https://mlo.art/news/blog-posts/the-last-bill-got-spent/
