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Letters

Field notes from removing myself. What I learned the year I took myself out of my own agency. Free to read.

One in five things the machine hands you, with total confidence, does not exist. Some of those gaps are traps, set on purpose, and waiting.

I built an agent that picks the industry, studies the company, writes the offer. Twelve hours after I turned it on, somebody paid me.

Your business has one rate limit. It is the person who owns it. The way out isn't another hire.

Most of your suffering is manufactured by a machine in your head. Almost nobody is taught how to see it.

Fifteen frames that separate the people building real AI products from the ones still tweaking prompts in a chat window.

Vipassana at 19, and what ten days of silence rewires about who's actually running your day.

Why being agreeable made you weak. The four shifts that turn a likable kid into a man people actually trust.