I went so far as to implement the new header I had made, but something looked wrong. It wasn’t a visual flaw that bothered me; it was my discomfort at applying something so finite and permanent to something that I view as, both, unlimited and erratic: my mind.

As soon as the image appeared in the header, the entire page seemed to constrict, jamming the words into an incoherent bulge of letters. I immediately deleted the lines and returned the page to its earlier state. To some, it may look empty or unfinished; but to me, it looks boundless and vivacious.