3.94
Imagination opens to a kind of haunting. Not ghosts that long to be buried (§3.54), but ghostal lines of afterimage (you ‘see’ how the cube looked before). A transformation is a haunting.
When you see the hat as red, black, then red – it’s not quite the same red as before; it’s as though it’s seen through a different prism. And though it’s easier to see black again, we never see them at the same time.