The world of tangles is an experience of discovery. When the pencil swings, when the line is born, you don't know where it's going, you just let it fly. You turn it, pull it, draw it according to your feelings, without the constraints of shapes. Here it sneaks through, there it crouches, then when it has run its course, its movement is calming down, then calms down. Before she runs out she might nod towards the near void, indicating; "I'm fine, thank you!"