I am bad at writing.

I’ve wanted to be better for so long.

I read PG’s “good writing” essay the other night and thought it was great. Loved it. And then accepted I will never be able to write good.

Because if an essay is cleaned up train of thought, I can’t essay. Because my thoughts aren’t trains.

My thoughts are like sprints through kafkaesque corridors of an Alasdair Gray space station where I meet Imps of Doom, Boris from Goldeneye, and Anthony Bourdain at the grill.

I want to craft beautiful, succinct, verse about how AI is redefining software engineering. But I get distracted by guitars on YouTube.

Luckily my mate Claude writes like a boss.

Are your thoughts trains? Mine are like fucking fireworks 🎆🎇

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