At times there are only circumstances, not experience but a world so full that it has crowded out or mislaid the subject. A perfect wallpaper of circumstances, a daylit room with no one in it. And this is a pattern in the wallpaper, the metallic skin of a lizard, alive or just imagined, figure and ground reversing to no end but the slow progression of shadows. Open the window and feel the cool and fragrant air drifting in. You can see the lizard breathing if you look very closely. Its eye swivels and in a silver flash it is gone.