“One might say that immensity is a philosophical category of daydream. Daydream undoubtedly feeds on all kinds of sights, but through a sort of natural inclination, it contemplates grandeur. And this contemplation produces an attitude that is so special, an inner state that is so unlike any other, that the daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.” (Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, Intimate Immensity.) Diving. I see the verge. I’m diving in. I’m fading. Is this a dream? I exist in nothingness… or have I just lost myself for a moment? I open my eyes. I’m here. But am I the only one around? This isn’t my world. Or is this all it is?