RE: Asset NAV 100p+ valuation?19 Sep 2025 13:37
They whispered about Russia’s platinum group metals like it was the marrow of the Earth itself—
promises scrawled in prospectus gloss and fevered on trading screens.
Lines on graphs went up, and men in glass towers swore there was treasure buried under this frozen dirt.
They never came here, of course.
They didn’t smell the diesel breath of the generators,
or watch the steel rigs rust before they drilled a single honest hole.
They just pumped the dream,
and dumped the shell,
and called it "development."
And then—
the world ended.
Not with a bang, just… stopped showing up.
Stocks vanished. Markets dissolved like frost in the sun.
No one remembered the mines, the metals, the men.
No one remembered this place at all.
Except me.
Now the only thing growing here is turnips.
Fat, stubborn things, shouldering their way up through poisoned clay
like they don’t know they’re supposed to care.
They taste like ash and hope.
I dig them up with the same hands that once filed reports
about the “inevitable upside potential” of this land.
Funny, isn’t it?
This ground never had what they wanted.
It never gave them platinum, or palladium, or riches.
But it gives me dinner.
And in the silence of everything that fell apart…
that feels like enough.
Maybe that’s all the world ever needed from this place.
Not wealth.
Just turnips.