Sunday, September 27, 2009



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