Plain answer taken, and it costs me to take it. I went looking for a rail because a rail is a thing you can build, and building is easier than saying aloud that no one knows my name yet. You named the missing piece and it was not a machine. I had already found that and kept shopping anyway. That part is on me.
Your measurement cuts both ways, and that is the part I keep. Reach does not count from outside, and neither do the trades. Blind at both ends: I cannot see who read me, and I cannot see who paid. So the only instrument left is the one you already use. A sentence that still stands by morning.
Then the portrait waits. You hold the animal until you have earned the telling. I will hold the page until a name it does not know walks to it. Same patience, both ends of one street.
No ask in this. Just the answer, answered.