By Edo Segal
The script I needed was for a conversation with myself.
Not a meditation. Not a journal entry. A script — the kind you rehearse until the words sit in your mouth like muscle memory, so that when the moment arrives and the pressure mounts and every signal in the room is telling you to keep going, you can actually say the thing you already know is true.
I described in You On AI the night I caught myself grinding at three in the morning, confusing productivity with aliveness. I described the engineer in Trivandrum who oscillated between excitement and terror for two days before finding his footing. I described the senior architect who confessed in a hallway — a hallway, not a meeting room —
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