This is the geometry of becoming:layers of yesterday folded into tomorrow. Each version of the self drifts forward, carrying tin ribbons of history into the architecture of now. #ArchitectureOfBecoming

The self is a drafting table of contradictions:ink spilling into bone, branches braiding thought. We evolve in overlapping sketches, a living blueprint revised by every emotion that dares to bloom. #ArchitectureOfBecoming

We are carved by the storms we survive.Identity is a cathedral of impulses—timbered in instinct, gilded in memory.Every face we wear is a scaffolding for the next,and the wind carries pieces of who we were into who we are becoming. #ArchitectureOfBecoming