If I were to wager a non-crazy, Occam's Razor-compatible bet, I'd say the author had a bad day, saw one too many digs at the quality of their decade-long work, got pissy, and decided to call it quits. I love…
If I were to wager a non-crazy, Occam's Razor-compatible bet, I'd say the author had a bad day, saw one too many digs at the quality of their decade-long work, got pissy, and decided to call it quits. I love…