With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
It doesn't get easier.
It doesn't get better.
It doesn't pass.
It doesn't move on.
It doesn't let up.
It doesn't give in.
The RIP is not for the one that leaves.
The RIP is for who get left behind.
And the RIP is an impossible, cruel dream.
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(As posted on LinkedIn) Premchand and the AI-sentiment The world today seems to be wrapped in a fever-dream of AI and attention-conquest. T...
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