Sure, I used to chase the next grail watch like a fiend possessed. Rolex, Patek, AP, the whole damn buffet. But somewhere between the time zones and the tick of a thousand movements, the thrill of the hunt lost its flavor.. What keeps me coming back, you ask? The beautiful bastards who share this sickness. A global network of degenerates united by our love for these tiny, intricate machines. We're all on the same roller coaster, perpetually falling for the next shiny thing, then cursing ourselves when the honeymoon phase wears off. It's a glorious, ridiculous cycle, and wouldn't have it any other way.