Boiled Down to a Drop
None of us, it turns out, are separate, siloed identities. We’re all mash-ups of each other.
None of us, it turns out, are separate, siloed identities. We’re all mash-ups of each other.
These days, however, I’ve had a sneaking suspicion that being a fish, big or small, is an illusion. What if we’re all really the pond?