Sound leaves no evidence. There’s no stain on the ceiling, no crack in the plaster — nothing you can point at and say there. An apartment can feel silent at noon and turn hostile at 2 a.m., when a bass note rolls through the wall, not loud enough to complain about, just loud enough that your body is now awake. Your jaw clenches. The sound isn’t dangerous. The problem is the helplessness: someone else unknowingly decides how your next day goes.
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It all started with a comment from my doctor. He told me that, ideally, I should wake up like Mickey Mouse: bright, energetic, and ready to leap out of bed.
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When my wife asked, “Which decisions should you not delegate to AI?”, I froze mid-thought.
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