The semi-transparent envelope is not merely an aesthetic metaphor: it is the perceptual envelope that constantly surrounds us, the fluid plane of demarcation between what is outside us and what is inside, between object and the brain’s sensation/interpretation of that object. The shape of the envelope constantly alters, so that from one moment to the next we do not know how far we extend into the external world, how close we have come to touching or understanding an object, or how plastic and insubstantial our subjective world may be. It is an osmotic envelope of sensitive uncertainty, casting only the vaguest of shadows where our self is presumed to be.
Thomas C. Caramagno. The Flight of the Mind: Virginia Woolf’s Art and Manic-Depressive Illness.
And so for day 1325