Nothing to see, nothing to note - but that in itself is something to note. You cast about for what seemed true just now, it was a certain way of seeing, of facing the visible which found interest in everything. At least potentially so - it was a project, just point your camera any way, make the smallest adjustment, press the button, and lo... perfection! The mind was once and for all meta to all frames; that was as much the nature of the world as of the mind it had spawned... But now nothing, flatness, the eyes fly over the field, everything is closed, nothing holds you. Dullness of spirit, nowhere to begin - but what is it? The indifference of the world after you have withdrawn from it. So it was just your own energy lighting things up while you wanted to believe it was something out there and not just you sitting in your own puppet theatre. But only when you have stopped projecting can you begin to see. In this visual equivalent of silence is where the appearance of appearance hides.