In this discussion of Vicky Mesrie’s “The Patient Who Wasn’t There: The Weight of a Secret,” I accept the author’s invitation to engage in a parallel experiential process in response to her account of a treatment conducted at the edge of the unspeakable. Paralleling Mesrie’s approach to her patient, I allow myself to become porous as I engage in a close reading of her internal experience—attending to my own associations, bodily sensations, and affective responses as they arise. I am porous, too, in the writing. The writing enacts what it describes. I then turn to a consideration of what Mesrie’s paper is doing within—and beyond—the genre of psychoanalytic writing.