There’s a glow to ambition now.
Not the warm, low burn of purpose—but something colder. Fluorescent. The kind of blue-white light that leaks from your phone at 2 a.m., whispering like HAL 9000 in 2001: A Space Odyssey: I’m afraid you’re falling behind, Dave. Someone else just dropped a Substack that’s trending. Someone else jus…
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