ChatGPT’s new memory and o3 features have brought me back to a slightly delusional, definitely optimistic, and honestly fun pace of imagination.

Last week, I invited internet strangers to breakfast at an undisclosed location. One by one, we  pushed tables together, pulled up chairs as more shuffled in, and leaned into conversation with a familiar - albeit unfounded - comfort.

It was scary (for me, at least). And special (for all, I think).

Have thoughts on Thompson's piece or our evolving third spaces? Join me for breakfast next Friday, January 17th at 9AM.