i step in with almost no intention. searching closes it. so i stay. light rests on a wall, then leaves. a figure stops for no reason. the lake forgets its edge. nothing gathers. nothing asks to be understood. it happens, then withdraws. i don’t see more. i just notice what does not call attention to itself. sometimes that is enough. there is a quiet distance under everything. untouched. complete. it does not need me. the camera passes through it. it keeps nothing.