The lights and sounds of one hand clapping

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

“Proteus” chapter

 

 

Open the shutter in a dark room and quickly flash light on object. Move Object. Flash Light. Continue and hope it looks good.

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Taken on June 11, 2005
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