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I have been getting back into following my interest lately.

This is a post that serves as a little note to myself.

My brother thinks that the coffee served at a cafe I frequent is bad.

Artificial Intelligence slop is everywhere now.

Yesterday, I unsubscribed from over a hundred YouTube channels.

Since getting into writing seriously, I realised that sometimes I was running out of ideas.

The moment I sat in the driver’s seat, I hit play.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about the people narrating the AI moment and why their financial interests made that narration worth questioning.

The prolific writer Wendell Berry has an essay called The Native Hill — written shortly after he moved back to Kentucky to farm.

Ever since I started writing online some 15 odd years ago, I have always found it convenient to draft my articles directly online or at least digitally first.

In the past few days, I have sat down multiple times to put my feelings into words about Kittu’s passing.

I don’t write here because I have something profound to say.

Most of us have two lives.

Finally, it happened.

I’ve been hearing about flow state for a while now—that elusive zone where you’re so deeply immersed in what you’re doing that time dissolves and effort feels almost effortless.

Before a movie is made, a podcast recorded, or a product designed, it all begins with words on a page.

There are no grand farewells in life.

I take pictures.

We’re in the last week of 2024, a year filled with many happy moments and a few challenges.

So, it’s come to this.