"For that matter the sky was white, too, an the dunes were hidden, and the beach was white all the way down to the water’s edge.
So that almost everything I was able to see, then , was like that old lost nine-foot canvas of mine, with its opaque four white coats of gesso.
Making it almost as if one could have newly painted the entire world one’s self, and in any manner one wished."
David Markson, Wittegenstein’s Mistress
