Some lingering thoughts on TAĦT | FUQ

Abstract

Thoughts that burden me between wakefulness and sleep I frequently find myself unwittingly lost in the chaotic midst of a tiny island's incessantly excavated innards, harbouring a lingering fear that the outer crust of what is actually an imperceptible underwater mountain peak jutting above the sea will collapse in and on itself at any moment, plunging me into Plato's strange and perplexing reality of his interpretation of the world's surface; a hollow, corroded, and inhabited infinite cavity. To my surprise, as I slip into deep slumber, I slide into the impossibility of an Escherian construction of Plato’s reality, all the while believing that I was walking on the inside crust of this enormous hole rather than the surface of a spherical globe, believing that the sea was actually the sky as I peered through the stillness of the reflecting pool at the sun and stars (Plato, 109A–110A).