Whatever modifications and detours of experience that arise and demand your inner commentary it is a matter of a human life in a certain running off of its time and of a fixation in a particular one - out of all possible such lives. This is, of course, a framing idea and so must be entertained by an other subjectivity inaccessible to that same commentary. It is a displacement and you realise that here such a displacement can be there can be another and another, serially embracing each its prior. The 'direction' that these point to you is not outward, bears no similarity to visual o even cinematic-ideal space, but is in intimacy, the most transparent, the most invisible, the most felt, the most 'always-already'.