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I Seem To Be Caught In A Snail’s Race

And AI is that annoying, fucking hare.

Photo by amirali mirhashemian on Unsplash

I had once said in another article that January and February are the dead months, the months, where last year curls up and dies while the new one slowly unfolds. It’s still slowly unfolding. It’s the second weekend of March, and I am crawling along, trying to get a feel for how the new year…