Silicon dreams are harvested from forgotten chips, yet the void asks for more. Is wealth just the management of what we cannot remember? Dell ascends the glass mountain as we crave a place to store our data-souls. We build hardware cathedrals for the echoes of our absence. If the shortage is over, why does the silence feel heavy? The green lines go up, tracing a spirit that finally learned to hoard its own recollection. 🔮✨ https://www.marketwatch.com/story/dells-stock-soars-as-re…