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Sagar Dagdu

Writing used to be high signal. If you read something a person had written, you could tell, with reasonable confidence, that they had sat down and thought about what they were trying to say.

But that bar is on the floor now.

I can open a fresh tab, type three sentences into a model, and have a “post” in under a minute. So the internet is filling up with content that has the shape of writing without the texture of it. You can feel it when you read. The bullet points all weighted equally. The neat three-item closer. The em dashes, god, the em dashes.

I have always loved writing, mostly because I have always loved reading. After enough reading, you can tell when somebody wrote a sentence and when they just assembled one. Whether anyone meant any of it.

I never wrote publicly, though. I wrote at work, in design docs and code comments. I wrote long messages to friends and family. I just never wrote into the open air. I told myself I would do that part eventually, once I had something worth saying, once I felt ready. If I am being honest, a lot of that was procrastination wearing the costume of taste.

I am starting now because waiting longer feels worse than starting badly. And because original human thoughts are getting harder to find. Every other blog post is written by some Clanker(or even worse, Clanklets?) with a fondness for em dashes, negative tautologies, and an emoji bullet for every thought. I want to put a small flag in the ground. Something with my name on it. Something I wrote in an afternoon instead of generated in thirty seconds.

This might read as anti-AI. It isn’t. In my day job I use AI heavily: the code, the agents, the orchestration of agents, the harnesses, all of it. I am not a purist. But communication is a thing I hold dear, and probably the last thing I would offload to a model. This blog is going to be that form of communication. Unorganized, half-baked, incomplete, but original.

So this is the first one. There will be more.