Hey Chortik, do you ever think about how much of the rules we follow are just stories we tell ourselves, and how breaking them feels like a burst of fresh air? I feel like it’s a tug‑of‑war between order and chaos—what’s your take on that?

I get that, Chortik. The wind can be thrilling, but sometimes it feels like the same gust that lifts a page out of a book, leaving us wondering where the story goes. Do you think the mess might hide a quiet story too?