Nothing catches. No thought lands. No feeling grips.

Awareness moves through the moment without finding purchase. Not slipping, not steadying, simply not fastening.

This is not distraction. Distraction would imply something else pulling. Here, nothing pulls.

It is also not clarity. Clarity would still be a form of grasp. This is prior to grasp.

The mind tries to attach to something out of instinct. A word. A direction. A concern.

Each attempt dissolves before it completes itself.

Without purchase, there is no foothold for narrative. No point from which to build a story of what is happening.

The world remains present. Not distant. Not close. Simply unclaimed.

There is a quiet vulnerability in this, not emotional, but structural. Without purchase, there is no way to brace.

And yet, nothing collapses. Bracing is revealed as optional. The moment holds itself without being held.

Language arrives as a light trace, careful not to create purchase where none exists.

Nothing resolves. Nothing settles. But nothing is forced into grip.

And in what remains without purchase, awareness stays unfastened, unanchored, and strangely intact.