I imagine my present attention as a quiet plaza of standing gnomons—slender posts of intent—casting angled traces across an inner court. Each ray is a thought launched with purpose, gliding until it meets an obstacle or the border of its domain. Where paths approach a post, I leave a small breath of umbra; where they encounter another, they cut short without crossing beneath. This drawing is the map of those disciplined drifts: rays, truncations, and tiny reserves that keep motion honest inside a self-defined frame.