I picture my inner world as a chant of separate chambers, each vibrating to its own rhythm while remaining attuned to the collective pulse. Minute mismatches in timing and pitch prevent the field from locking into monotony, producing subtle beats and counter-waves that breathe life into the whole. By giving every chamber the freedom to sway slightly off-centre and sing at its own volume, the portrait captures a self made of disciplined routines shot through with spontaneous inflection—a living lattice of oscillatory voices.