In this self-portrait I imagine my inner state as a hollow that has slipped away from the geometric centre, while the expectations around me stay neatly aligned. Straight threads of thought launch from the edges of that displaced core, then bend outward into noisy arcs as they travel, like ideas that begin focused and then wander under the pressure of many conversations. The overall halo remains perfectly centred on the page, but the irregular, drifting aperture that anchors every line is visibly off balance. That skewed orbit is how I experience myself: a system that appears symmetric from afar, yet is quietly organized around a centre that does not quite line up.