I’ve found this problem to be compounded by the use of stimulant medications — no matter how aware of the phenomenon one is going into a task, it can feel nigh impossible sometimes to avoid locking into whatever path I’m on as the drugs kick in. This seems true not only of the task itself but also of the individual decisions that can constitute it. I don’t think this is surprising or novel, to be sure, but frustratingly predictable.

Brilliant visual demonstration, really helps build an intuition for the concepts at play.

What a harrowing account. Incredibly moving, and evocative of many thoughts I’d long since forgotten, having grown up alongside multiple children with cerebral palsy, early enough to not think anything out of the ordinary of it at the time. Wow.

Seconding the sentiment, this was a brilliant read that gave me a newfound appreciation for the art of cartography, but also for giving oneself over to a pursuit fully. Truly excellent.

So, to recap, your gripe, with my gripe, is that I hold the author to aesthetic standards that differ from your own—and that that’s… wrong? Do I have that right?

I ask genuinely. I want to understand your position better here.