There is a folder on my desktop called new-tools. It should not exist.
Inside: abandoned browser extensions, cloned repositories, AI wrappers I swore would change everything, free trials that expired quietly in the night, and at least three note taking apps that promised to become my “second brain” before immediately developing amnesia.
The folder is a graveyard with rounded corners and modern branding.
Meanwhile, the systems that actually make money for me are boring.
Not ugly boring. Useful boring. Rusted screwdriver boring. The kind of boring that survives coffee spills, bad WiFi, and weeks where your motivation disappears into static.
