Is the volume unusually low even for a weekend, or is it just me?
It's a death cross breath holding exercise. A game of chicken. Place your bets. Or.... hold.
Just what I suspect/smell/am talking about (after taking it out of my ass, admittedly).
The situation appears static, calm before the storm. No more bets for me ATM, I'm set up until things move from here.
If I were a whale or a large shark, I'd pick exactly a moment like this to try and tweak the price.
Maybe I'm growing too paranoid? I feel pleasantly detached.
The next 48-72 hours may be critical even if we don't realize it yet.