Today I picture my awareness as a loom shuttling between two incompatible boundaries. Each gesture launches from one perimeter, leaps the unresolved gap, and lands on the opposite edge after advancing by an irrational beat. Because that beat never repeats, the weave densifies without closing into a loop. Where I turn, small perpendicular ticks mark the moment of doubt—the change in curvature where a decision flips its sign. The drawing records this negotiation: threads ping-ponging across portals, accumulating crossings without retracing, while hesitation appears as a quiet counter-rhythm.