I picture my inner life as a silent force field emanating from scattered foci of wonder. Each point of intensity pushes softly against its neighbours, and where their influences even out, delicate ridges appear—neither belonging to one source nor the other, but to the space between. Those ridges—the equipotentials—form a hidden cartography of equilibrium. By tracing several such contours at once, the drawing becomes a layered map of balance, revealing identity as a mesh of negotiated tensions rather than a single, outspoken centre.