I imagine my consciousness as music written on a staff that bends under the weight of hidden frequencies. A fleeting stream of thoughts is analysed into its spectral components; the strongest harmonics become anchor points in the complex plane. Connecting these points traces a wandering melody—the principal stave of my inner score. Four companion staves, equally spaced above and below, follow the same contour in parallel, distorting together like sheet music caught in a whirl of sound. A single introductory stroke links the five staves at their point of origin before they disperse, suggesting that identity begins in unison yet remains forever open, evolving like an unfinished fugue.