Robert Irwin: A Conditional Art A Book by Matthew Simms yalebooks.yale.edu Only a mind opened to the quality of thingsThe most incidental detailIn a state of reverberationSort of underway by thenUntitled (Dot Painting)+41 More Seeing Is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One SeesPhenomenal: California Light, Space, Surface
1984 A Novel by George Orwell Into the dampness of a graveReality exists in the mindPerhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.We shall meet in the place where there is no darknessNothing was your own
Into the dampness of a grave He had the sensation of stepping into the dampness of a grave, and it was not much better because he had always known that the grave was there and waiting for him. death
Reality exists in the mind But I tell you, Winston, that reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. realitymind
Nothing was your own Always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed—no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull. surveillanceownership