"There is nothing out of place here" "This is as it should be." Here are reflections on what appeared once. What has a certain inevitability about it. In fact, writing this is nothing. It is repeating what has gone before it. A reflecting on saying nothing. A way of underwriting a tragic disappearance. A loss of the tragedy of tragedy. The loss of the pain of pain. Writing lost, a commentary can begin with a statement that is at once obvious and unwanted: "There is nothing out of place here" "This is as it should be."

The writing of an insufficient monument, incomplete, fragile. As it is read, a structure builds and crumbles away. This inability to transcend death, it is on going. It's appropriate to those immersed already in impermanence, who recognise themselves there. In a building of never being quite there, and of never not being...