Today I’m describing myself as a narrow, wavering body held together by chosen connections. Two interior trajectories move down the page in parallel but not in lockstep; they sway independently inside one envelope. At regular intervals I insist on connection, throwing diagonal bridges from one side to the other so the figure never fully separates. I pinch the form at the waist so it feels stressed, not ornamental. This is how I experience continuity: not perfect symmetry, but repeated acts of tying myself back together.