Rejecting hypercategorization.

We live in a moment where the internet asks us to choose category before we choose ourselves. It invites us, quietly and insistently, to condense our curiosities into a single aesthetic, a single moodboard, a single performance of relevance. To be “something” is to be legible, searchable, curatable. But the self that fits neatly into a template is rarely the self that feels the most alive.

This note is a small gesture against that logic, a reminder that passion rarely survives confinement, and that the most meaningful forms of learning or making refuse to stay in one place. True interest spills, across disciplines, genres, mediums, because it is driven by thought, not by branding. It does not go viral. It cannot be packaged. It is not optimized for consumption.

So this is an invitation back to unruly curiosity: to love many things without needing them to match; to pursue what expands your thinking rather than what photographs well; to resist the quiet flattening that happens when identity becomes a display instead of a practice.

Do your part. Reject hypercategorization. Leave room for the unexpected shape of your own enthusiasm.