The narratives within experience are of more interest than the materials of experience. But still you have staked everything on the latter, at least on finding the narrative core of such materials after all the threads have been taken out, or left to wither. The narratives lead away from the brute fact of their dependence on some kind of dream stuff, on whatever it is that makes them up, the physics of mind. But absent any narrative and there is nothing left to study, the texture, the feel of things vanishes with it. These are the emptiest of days, this suspension of desire and of being.