It's not that you can locate a ghostly experiencer in a ghostly space behind your eyes, or even that whatever is being experienced can  be understood as a mode of the body, as appearing in the complex idea of the body, but that experience is centred on a distinguished region with itself, that it needs the idea of a boundary, a displacement. You can't stretch out awareness to embrace the totality of what is going on, the total thought being unavailable, unthinkable, but it always goes in this form of the inward and the outward, a pattern imposed in an imprecise but persistent way on the ongoingness. Every thought, feeling and perception is much closer-in than it seems, you only have to look and see that right here is the only place anything can show up, but the idea of perspective is so habitual that you can't see that it too is right here, where it has always been, it doesn't need to collapse. And the showing up too, as if you were surprised, as if it arose in the dark. That it all works so seamlessly should be the 'tell', it's just an elaborate thought, un songe, and your interest is not in saving the appearances, but just the opposite, in unthawing the frame, just because it can.