Today I imagine myself as a stack of contours that never quite line up: a soft enclosure whose outline is nudged by different rhythms at once. Instead of a single stable face, I become a collection of phase-shifted boundaries, slightly tilted and squashed, carrying hints of a chin, a forehead, and a lean in space. The drawing captures how my sense of self wobbles around a centre, keeping a recognisable silhouette while each pass alters the tension between symmetry and drift.