I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to solder a tiny sensor into a diorama of a 1970s Leica, when I realized my hands were shaking—not from the precision work, but from the sheer velocity of my own thoughts. My mind was racing through unread emails and digital notifications, completely disconnected from the …
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