Sometimes, I find myself in silent dialogue with the dead—my father, grandfather, mentors, and friends who shaped me. These conversations linger in my psyche, their voices etched into my being. They don’t speak back, of course, but I know them so well that I can almost hear their cadence, their energy, their wisdom. It’s strange—whenContinue reading “The Collective Shadow: Reflections on Legacy, Chaos, and Change”