Category: Deep Work

In 2004, I was emailing ten-minute audio files to friends—WAV files converted to MP3s, crude knowledge attachments that probably clogged their inboxes. I’d also design newsletters, print them at my favorite cyber café, and distribute them like samizdat. It felt revolutionary. I was bypassing gatekeepers, creating my own distribution channel. Twenty years later, anyone with…

There’s a word in my mother tongue that I have been thinking about lately: chaage. It means granary. Not just any storage structure, but the specific kind where you keep seeds for tomorrow. What strikes me now, decades after hearing her use it, is what the word really represents: the radical act of believing the…