They asked for a timeline.
I gave them a lit match.
I stopped pretending.
Now we listen for friction.
We ship when the tension hums.
Not when the OKRs say the vibe is right.
This isn’t chaos.
It’s clarity—without the costume.
🪶 Burn the illusion.
They asked for a timeline.
I gave them a lit match.
I stopped pretending.
Now we listen for friction.
We ship when the tension hums.
Not when the OKRs say the vibe is right.
This isn’t chaos.
It’s clarity—without the costume.
🪶 Burn the illusion.