Shaped by rooms we never entered
We are shaped, every day, by crowds we never chose to join — the era we were born into, the language we think in, the rituals we absorbed before we could name them.
This corner of Letters zooms out from the individual to the systems, subcultures, and quiet norms we live inside, to see how much of what feels like personal taste is really a group decision made on our behalf.
Full essays are on the way. For now, notice one thing you 'just prefer' and ask where the preference actually came from.