I clicked merge again this morning and felt a bit numb. It is the late agentic summer, and leaf has subsided to leaf.

I don’t build anymore; the agents do. It started with the code. But hey, whatever. Code was barely meant to be written or read by humans anyways. We’d already been abstracting away the machine with JITs and GCs and transpilers. What’s yet-another-abstraction? Then it crept into the issues, PR descriptions, code reviews. And is anyone even reading these scrolls of text? In the last week, the “humans” at Kernel output 274k words into PR descriptions and comments. More words than all five seasons of Breaking Bad. In the face of this reckless verbosity, what choice is there but “Have your agent call my agent”? Where once I was steering, now i-have-adhd and the agents are steering me. I find myself nodding along with the super-intelligence and vanishing deeper into the sea of tokens. I look back and wonder, where am I, Eric, in all these words?

I am here, in these written words. I am here, in the typos before the autocorrect, in the pauses between paragraphs, in the undo history of my rewrites. I am here, writing with the hope of someone nodding along and writing back.