The Interpolation of Truth
The year was 1999, and Palo Alto had forgotten it was ever a cow town. Sand Hill Road gleamed with new money and old ambition, and every coffee shop on University Avenue had a founder with a pitch deck and a dream that had been validated by venture capital. I should have known it was a bubble. I'd been in tech since the mid-nineties, since the days when servers lived in closets and bandwidth...
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