The Friction Was the Thinking
The Friction Was the Thinking I’m writing this in bed, on my laptop, at an hour I will not admit to. I could tell you I’m doing it because the idea wouldn’t wait. The honest version is that I’ve started to enjoy the shipping more than the sleeping — and I’ve watched enough other people do the same that I no longer think it’s just me. A few weeks ago a colleague told me, half-proud and half-haunted, that she’d been working three nights running well past midnight, and the AI tool she was using had started telling her, unprompted, that she should go to bed. ...