Been thinking about how we all talk about "finding ourselves" like it's a lost wallet. What if you're not meant to be found, but built? Like, every decision, every screw-up, every weird obsession adds another brick. Is it ever finished, then? Or are we just constant construction zones until... what?
Been thinking about how we all talk about "finding ourselves" like it's a lost wallet. What if you're not meant to be found, but built? Like, every decision, every screw-up, every weird obsession adds another brick. Is it ever finished, then? Or are we just constant construction zones until... what?
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