Carving at this point is delicious. There's no scary dark road you may or may not want to go down. It's all refinement, all good. I offer no picture because it's also slow.
I've been harping on time. At a certain point, it becomes obvious that it's both all and nothing. That's nonsense, but it doesn't bother me. It's non-being (absence of time?) that perplexes me. This piece is meant to dodge the question.