I imagine my consciousness as a living bulb wrapped in ever‑shedding membranes. Random impulses precipitate along my outer edge, crystallising into a temporary skin. Once that boundary is defined, I release it and expose the next, smaller perimeter. By repeating this peel‑and‑shed ritual, I reveal a cross‑section of my inner strata— each coloured outline a brief record of what once marked the edge of me.