It almost feels like writing a journal entry detailing some sort of relapse on the road to an addiction I’m trying to break. It felt like something I knew I shouldn’t do, but was too tempting not to indulge in. I felt my brain freed up from thinking about hard problems, and able to just scroll the internet while the agents did the work for me. After a couple of days, I was rationalising this “relapse” as “aid” during a time of many conflicting deadlines. I can clearly say now, this was probab...
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