« on: Yesterday at 10:02:51 pm »
A message from the deceased, intended recipient unknown, recovered from postal service in blank envelope:
There's never enough time, there's never enough time. I thought I was applying metrics to the market and all the while it was applying metrics to me, to us, sizing us up. I had a breakthrough.
Ha! A breakdown if you ask the boss, but nobody's asking him anything for reasons that are likely known by now.
A breakthrough. None of our predictions were correct. More than that, some were reporting that the market would, with regularity, do the exact opposite of what it did in their m̧͕͚̩̮o̩̼̪d̟̫͕͓̻͍e̵̞̗l͡l̫̭̖̳̼̭̀i͎͇n͎̦͘g̱͈͖͉͡. I Every time. That caught my attention.
I'm aging rapidly now, though. There's never enough time. I took a sample of market activity and recorded but did not observe the following periods. I don't know who you are, so I'm simplifying, the details are attached. I made predictions based on the dataset and time and time again found them defied by what the market really did. Then I went back and made new predictions on the same data and *it still didn't fit*. Do you understand? The historical data was changing based on my predictions in the present.
But there's never enough time, which is why I went to see the Day Trader. And now I'm out of time.