Nothing is being held together. No thread is maintained. No coherence is protected.

The mind looks for continuity and finds only the present, not as a point in a line, but as something complete in itself.

This is not fragmentation. Fragmentation would imply pieces. Here, there are no pieces. Only the absence of binding.

Experience arises without needing to relate to itself. Sensation does not consult memory. Thought does not consult conclusion.

There is no effort to integrate. Integration would already be a project. No project is underway.

This does not feel like failure. Failure would require a standard. No standard is active.

What is present does not assemble. It also does not fall apart. It simply does not become one thing.

Unbound, awareness remains without managing itself. Without maintaining a story of what this is.

Language appears cautiously, aware that language is a binding tool. Each sentence risks tying together what is not asking to be tied.

Nothing resolves. Nothing unifies. But nothing is lost.

And in what is not held together, presence remains unassembled, unclaimed, and strangely sufficient as it is.