After a period of relative contentment his mood would start to fray. Initially he was not aware of this as an inward change but would merely note an increasing number of pinpricks and irritations seeming to originate outside. A number of events in the day would run in a counter-current, presenting unexpected and undesired shapes, and increasing the sense of his need to insist in things, the need, for the most part unacted, to force his own way. This would lead to a sense of fatigue, a slackening of the will, before he was even aware that he had been applying his will to maintain the quality of things as usual, of proud ordinariness. The irritation would now become more real but as a product of his overly aroused senses and unfiltered sensibility. The flow was now taking him away from the outer world and into a murky psychic world. He was aware of a weight of incomplete and unresolved challenges that he was dragging along behind himself. It was like a heavy drape alive with patterns and forms, minute entanglements with each person he had interacted with during the days past. These were open intentionalities maintained in their openness by the very quality of his living present, now turned against him. Bedeviled by others, a jitteriness in the nerves that he finally recognised as the reawakening of desire. Perhaps some of it was authentic wish but most of it was exposed as mimetic - and hence the haunting by others - without being lessened. Mimetic desire being highly self-conscious, the most desirable object in its realm is the state, endlessly mimed, of being entirely free of mimetic desire.