This is at best something that fills in some of the time before the beginning. Like an orchestra tuning-up except that there is no assurance that it will ever end. And yet there is a certain satisfaction in drawing these forms out of nowhere, giving fleeting structures to the gaping vacuity, making cuts and distinctions in it and tracing the lines of accidental fracture, without ever pretending that it has ceased being empty, or that it has ceased to gape.