For today I picture myself as a band of attentions hanging from an uneven ceiling, each thought granted its own tether to descend, bend, or branch so long as it doesn’t interrupt what has already been said. I like the idea that the first lines to arrive claim the clearest routes downward, while later lines must listen and shorten themselves, making visible an ethic of consideration. Some of the tethers split briefly, as if a single intention entertained a side possibility before returning to the main fall. The drawing keeps a broad interior emptiness so the gestures can read as deliberate, not frantic.