It is only a rectangle of white light. But it is all films. We can never see more within our rectangle, only less.
It is only a rectangle of white light. But it is all films. We can never see more within our rectangle, only less.
“A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.”
Gertrude Stein | “A Carafe, That Is a Blind Glass”