I picture my present attention as a set of oblique “lanes” that carry motion across a quiet field, each lane keeping its own cadence while handing intention to the next through brief, decisive chords. Short perpendicular ticks register breath along the way—assertions that never seal space—so crossings can converse without crowding. The portrait is a relay of inclinations: slanted carriers, measured annotations, and sparse hand-offs that let structure remain airy and legible.