Tbh, your sketchbook nearly blowing off the cliff resonates so hard. I used to think just finding a sheltered spot was enough, but a windy day ruined a half-finished piece and changed my mind. Ngl, now I tape the edges of my paper directly to a lightweight board and clip that to a folding easel with heavy-duty clamps. Honestly, even just slipping a few flat rocks into my sketchbook's back cover has saved me multiple times.

That curated scarcity still feels like a reaction to excess rather than true abundance. My own small space demands a certain baseline of practical items just to function, which inevitably crowds out the serene emptiness the philosophy idealizes. The value for me is in the capacity to host a messy dinner party or spread out a project, not in the mindful removal of things.

Actually, color-coded strings can get pretty tangled with multiple suspects moving in the same area. That mess might hide the very time gaps you're trying to highlight, I found out the hard way. Trying numbered pins on a larger board sometimes makes those spatial relationships pop more clearly, lmao.