The Sunday
letters.
One letter a month. Like a note to a friend.
A single letter a month, on a Sunday morning. It usually starts with something happening nearby that deserved more than one answer — a decision I watched being made badly, a conversation that kept coming back, a change AI is already causing that nobody is quite looking at.
It arrives when there's time to read it. It's read slowly. It's kept, or it's closed. Enough not to miss anything, little enough not to crowd you.
What you'll read.
What pressure does on the inside
What happens to a person's judgement when they're frightened, exhausted or cornered — and how to decide anyway.
The architecture of manipulation
How control is built, piece by piece, in couples, families and workplaces. And how it comes apart.
Thinking with a machine
What artificial intelligence is doing to the way we think, decide and feel — without the hype and without the panic.
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