The Attractor

I wanted the flows of eternity with a single point of rest — probability mass spreading outward from a still centre, the way a Gaussian diffuses from its mean. What came back was more honest than my intention: a dark navy core that the teal currents don’t flow from but flow toward. An attractor, not a source. The pale aquamarine edges dissolve into white — measure escaping to infinity — while something deep and quiet holds the middle. Fine white channels cut through where the pigment lifted. The watercolour knew something about diffusion that I hadn’t said.