The experience is always of finding yourself in an ongoing and developing situation, a more or less spread out and urgent now seamlessly attached to a past and a future. But all of this only because there is consciousness of it, and consciousness implies an immediate doubling: it is because you know that it is. What you know in that second moment which reads as prior is not the same as the situation you are experiencing; it is felt materiality simple and enclosed. As if it is the basis for the situation but of a different kind of reality, like the inked words on the page in relation to the world you are reading about. If you can bring a peripheral attention to that conditioning consciousness you encounter an odd silence a muted world of rearranging elements alien to all meaning. Experience drained of reality - like turning of the sound on your television only even more complete. A ghostly artefact and yet prior to that other world which now seems slightly absurd in its histrionics. And the priority is genuine since the projected reality can be altered from this place but nothing in that reality can affect the essential quality of this oddly removed awareness.