<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Thicket on Aneesh Sathe</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/thicket/</link><description>Recent content in Thicket on Aneesh Sathe</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2026 07:16:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/thicket/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title/><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/note-20260803-071629/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2026 07:16:29 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://aneeshsathe.com/note-20260803-071629/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This essay was super fun to write. Thinking about how to keep your thoughts interesting in the age of AI. &lt;a href="https://aneeshsathe.com/nakatomi-drift/"&gt;Nakatomi Drift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Not My Lever</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/not-my-lever/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://aneeshsathe.com/not-my-lever/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="i-a-burden-no-one-could-carry-alone"&gt;
I. A burden no one could carry alone
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&lt;p&gt;Some time around the year 170, in a tent on the Danube frontier, the emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote in Greek to himself: &lt;em&gt;Be like the headland against which the waves continually break, but stands firm and tames the fury of the water round it.&lt;/em&gt; The empire was at war with the Marcomanni. The Antonine Plague had reached the army. His children were dying one after another; of his thirteen, only one would outlive him to any consequence.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>