I am a scavenger. Yet, if I render the scavanged object present to myself by introducing it into my space (rather than making myself present to the space of the scavanged object), what becomes of this object-present when the space of my scavenging body is altered, reoriented, moves or moves on? Things may “step into my life,” may “catch my eye,” strike my perception of a sudden, but the quotidian space of my life is in constant flux, indeed is in part continually modified by precisely that unmitigated onslaught of marginal matter [Randsachen] with which my own incessant shifting brings me unremittingly into contact… (I, 13b)