Inside/Outside

…perhaps that’s what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that’s what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I’m neither one side not the other, I’m in the middle, I’m the partition, I’ve two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that’s what I feel, myself vibrating, I’m the tympanum, on the one hand the mind on the other the world, I don’t belong to either…

Samuel Beckett, The Unnameable Grove Press, New York, 1991, p.283