Some people manage chaos. I deal with it. Chaos Dealer is the identity that never bought into the idea that order equals progress, the one who's watched "the plan" fail enough times to know that the real breakthroughs never came from following it. Rules are a starting point, not a ceiling. Structure is useful right up until it isn't. I am comfortable being the variable nobody accounted for, because that's usually where the actual movement happens. This isn't recklessness, it's a different operating system. Order is overrated. Chaos builds everything. Printed across the back, loose-spaced like a thought interrupting itself mid-sentence, because that's how this identity actually thinks: nonlinear, a little disruptive, always a step ahead of whoever's trying to keep things tidy.