The Years I Lost, the Time I Fear, and the Moment I Can Finally See

AI acceleration, personal collapse cycles, and the strange comfort of being present.

Alright. This one’s a bit weird.

I’m writing this half-asleep, slightly pickled from a rum / becherovka cocktail, after one of those weeks where everything happens at once and your brain turns to mashed potatoes (It’s only Wednesday…).

So, ideal conditions for some …