It’s strange – many people find themselves fighting vertigo when they are at heights. For me, it’s when I’m on the ground.
Especially lying down, looking up at the ceiling.
In that moment, there’s a part of my being that remembers that I’m a conglomeration of cells on the surface of a sphere rotating around its centre at a rate of 27.8 km/s.
Now that I find dizzying. Especially because my ego likes to think of itself as a fixed point in the universe. Silly, I know, but solipsism often is. I know I exist. It’s the rest of you I’m not sure about…