As gimcrack and of endlessly deferring incoherence as individual experience, that is, experience as of a purported (and entirely situational) individual, may be it is certainly intense. That seems to be the point somehow, to have these vortices in experience as such by which all its self-referential capacities can be fully spent, and that included the apparent friction of having it claim ownership, author rights, captaincy, of political sway over the myriad sub-identities. Such rich play, no wonder it is sometimes thought to be for the sake of sheer play. But if this is the ride, who or what is the rider? Well, for one thing it is not by any means or in any way concealed, and for another it doesn't in any way resemble your or anyone's idea of a subject. As if it were to say, please be kind enough not to seek me, just carry on, you are doing perfectly, just as is.