William James

Foreword

By Edo Segal

The signal I almost missed was the one coming from inside.

Not from the market, not from the adoption curves, not from the trillion dollars evaporating from software valuations. Those signals were loud enough that everyone heard them. The signal I almost missed was quieter, more personal, and more consequential: the felt difference between the nights when working with Claude left me full and the nights when it left me hollow.

Same tool. Same desk. Same hours. Radically different experiences.

I could not account for the difference using any framework the technology discourse provided. The triumphalists had one explanation: you were in flow, keep going. The critics had another: you were addicted, stop immediately. Neither matched what I was actually living through, which was both of those things