Not faded -just shifted. Morphed. Evolved.
At first, I was obsessed with ants. Why they act in perfect coordination.
How scent becomes language, storage system, GPS, and ritual -all at once.
Then came Fibonacci. Then I dismantled everything at home -not to destroy, but to understand.
And since I got hit for it, I called that karma. A strange kind of justice. #fightthepower
Later I tried to merge interests. A tuning fork to the skull. What would ants hear?
What happens in triangular resonance structures?
That phase was wild. Beautiful, even.
Then music took over: piano, violin, drums.
That one stayed.
But when I realized something was “wrong” with me,
when people yawned mid-conversation …and I thought: maybe I’m exhausting. (look up ego-depletion)
I turned to psychology.
That didn’t last.
We are predictable systems. The patterns repeat. Interest fades.
Now? Just paradoxes. And physics.
Not for answers. For the resistance in logic.
No more ants.
No more tuning forks.
Just music. Sometimes algebra.
And the joy of unsolvable things. -which, sometimes, reveal themselves when we ask the right question. That moment feels like magic.-
So yeah – I keep exploring. The magic starts when you want to understand why something feels magical. 
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