Looking back now, past commitments turn out empty and meaningless. Been there, done that, time to move on. All change is no more than a dietary variation in an unchangeable existence. There isn't any experience left waiting to be articulated. On close examination, people experience nothing whatsoever anymore.
Biographies constitute a tactical standstill, a drama without movement.
Life, above all, is a matter of inner experience. We bathe in a profusion of interpretations, whether to do with suppressed lives, automobile makes and holiday destinations, or domestic problems. These scant experiences of life make up the ground material for one's debut presentation. A loop is created, from the past which meant nothing to a future that will have nothing to offer. Existence without context is condemned to the present, the available and the possible.