Two failures shaped me more than anything else:
Failing the art university exams.
And the collapse that later became depression.
The first forced me to learn the web on my own.
The second forced me to abandon perfectionism.
Without those two breaks, I wouldn’t be here.
Humans don’t change unless something threatens them.
The brain prioritizes staying the same.
Only failure has enough weight to override that instinct.
So the unevenness I gained—the distortions, the shifts in perspective—
isn’t a “gift.”
I’m not interested in polishing it into a heroic narrative.
It’s simply what I had to grow
to avoid falling into the same hole twice.
If people lose their social roles in the future and begin to drift,
their individual distortions may become
the last reliable anchor they have left.
