I picture my identity as an endless enumeration: each integer stride I take derives from the next term of a hidden continued fraction, while every ninety-degree pivot exposes a new axis of intention. The walk is solitary yet cumulative—each step preserves the memory of what must never be retraced. By refusing to tread an already-drawn line, the path honours the uniqueness of every decision. The drawing becomes a minimalist chronicle of arithmetic motion and self-imposed restraint.