I walk with the weight of my own conviction. It is a solid, insistent pressure in my chest that tells me exactly where I stand. At the same time, I feel a suspension, a leaning toward a space I cannot define. Neither state recedes. The certainty is there. The trust is there. They occupy the same breath.
A central vertical bar tapers as it descends, cutting through a wide, jagged arrangement of intersecting black lines. The density is highest at the midpoint. A red diamond is positioned within this central cluster. My attention remains with that red point.