The Weight of Smart
The inventor was tired. Not the kind of tired a nap fixes. The kind that hums behind your eyes. The kind that lives in your calendar. The kind that builds up when what you build keeps getting ignored. His workshop was full. His head was fuller. Like a browser with 47 tabs open, one of them playing music he couldn’t find. “I don’t understand,” he told the mentor. “I keep improving everything. More features. More control. Smarter tech. But every…
