Sunday, September 27, 2009

perception

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My field of perception is constantly filled with a play of colours, noises and fleeting tactile sensations which I cannot relate precisely to the context of my clearly perceived world, yet which I nevertheless immediately 'place' in the world, without ever confusing them with my daydreams. Equally constantly I weave dreams round things.

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception, Routledge 2002, xi



 





 


flowers on the windowsill in the hallway




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