If there is no one to claim experiencing does it belong to anyone, is it still rightly experiencing? Mostly it's like that falling like snowflakes, disappearing. It happens here, because where else could it be, but it's not yours, you haven't grasped it, haven't given it the attention. Unmoored representations, there because they serve and silently withdraw. Representation of representation is where you dwell when you are home, a flimsy mandala riven by absences, but tied to so much else by taut chords.