Trumpets (and Trump-ets), beasts, AI fever dreams, Mars rockets, and the occasional false prophet with a podcast—it’s all there.
I have been a poorly boy this week. Somewhere between the Lemsip and the fevered doomscrolling of a bloke struck down by an unholy strain of man flu, a revelation hit me. And not the soothing, metaphysical kind. The Book of Revelation kind.Trumpets (and Trump-ets), beasts, AI fever dreams, Mars rockets, and the occasional false […]