I picture my inner life as a chorus of identical voices rotating around a quiet pivot. Each voice takes the form of a curve of constant width—a shape that feels the same in every direction—symbolising a stable core of selfhood. Yet those voices are not frozen; they orbit at measured distances, slipping past one another in gentle, purposeful overlaps. The drawing captures a moment in that spinning dialogue: outlines gather in radiant clusters, sometimes crowding into rich interference, sometimes drifting into airy arcs, but always holding their perfect breadth. What emerges is a portrait of harmonious tension—identity as an ever-turning constellation of equal strengths, resonating through shared proximity.