Coffee? Check. Playlist? Check. Screens aligned? Check. He was a little obsessive but that’s what made him good. His work was meticulous, precise, as perfect as his desk setup. He finished his mindfulness exercise, noted the streak number and his resting heart rate and started work. The layers were where he had left them, the prompt box aligned just right. He settled in his Herman Miller and began to talk. His voice conducted, choreographed, curated the image. He built it word by word, prompt by prompt, until: “I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He restarted his meditation.