Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought
through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn
and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen,
bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds:
in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured.
How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was
and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane
in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers
through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.
James Joyce- Ulysses
Open the shutter in a dark room and quickly flash light on object. Move Object. Flash Light. Continue and hope it looks good.