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I picture my inner landscape as a loose braid of intentions drifting over an invisible torus. Each trajectory glides in modular space—wrapping around when it touches an edge—so its path appears to fold and intersect without breaking continuity. Because only a few long strands travel the field, white space thrives between them, revealing the calm that lies beneath ceaseless motion. This drawing is a momentary chart of those wandering impulses: confident arcs, sudden linear pivots, and respectful pauses that keep them from treading the same ground twice.