I picture my present awareness as a body of water contained by a quiet elliptical shore. Within this basin, standing waves rise and settle in place, their hidden pressure field steering countless filaments of motion. I trace those filaments as ink streamlines that slip along the instantaneous flow, revealing the geometry of slosh—places where impulse surges, stalls, and turns back on itself. The portrait is a map of poised agitation: no fills, only lines recording how an inner tide oscillates against a self-defined boundary. By letting ink choice depend on the local heading of each path, I show how orientation—rather than position—decides the voice a thought takes as it moves through me.