There were all kinds of mechanisms made out of reflections and motives and definitions and subjective ironies that defined a momentary predicament of the self, and which seemed to explain much about the texture of experience and the tensors of desire that gave it shape. If experience failed to coincide with itself there was at least a developing theory of the deficiencies and some consensus on how to meet them. Of course, since this all this theory merely doubled for temporalisation there was no way it could ever deliver on its promises, but the point was only ever the promises and never what was promised. It was enough to keep him busy and glued to the moment. The notions were revised too often and too conveniently to represent any reality and at times they would reach an impasse and collapse into thin air. That it was experience itself which was questionable and not it variations was a notion too large for him to take on.