Reverence can quietly become self-erasure. When admiration turns into kneeling, something essential is misplaced. This reflection questions our habit of sanctifying the past — and asks what it would mean to remember ourselves instead.
Tag: self-authority
There comes a moment — quiet, unmistakable — when you begin to sense that something isn’t yours. The thoughts, the fears, the definitions you’ve lived by. You can’t quite name it yet, but you feel it: the weight of an authority you’ve never truly consented to. This piece is a mirror held to that moment. Not to provoke outrage — but to call something deeper forward. Something you’ve always known.