By Edo Segal
The first thing I lost track of was my hands.
Not metaphorically. Literally. I was deep in a build session with Claude, racing toward a deadline for Napster Station, and at some point my hands stopped being hands and became conduits — transparent pipelines between whatever was happening in my head and whatever was appearing on the screen. I did not feel the keyboard. I did not feel the tension creeping up my forearms. I did not feel anything below the neck for what turned out to be nearly five hours. When I finally stood up, my body arrived all at once — stiff neck, dry eyes, hollow stomach, a left shoulder that had apparently been screaming into a void. Every signal hit simultaneously, like a
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