I picture my present attention as a fabric that distorts without tearing. Every nearby move stretches a circle of possibility into an ellipse of consequence, revealing how local bias amplifies some directions while compressing others. In this portrait I expose those hidden biases directly: a plane of tiny ellipses—each aligned to the most and least permissive bearings—becomes a map of where my thinking yields, resists, or twists. I refuse fills; only outlines and oriented hatching speak. What emerges is a quiet cartography of strain: measured, legible, and faithful to the way influence changes shape the moment it touches me.