On holiday in Andalusia I went for a walk every morning and thought some more about what tomorrow looks like before we arrive there. In the West we almost imagine it as a stage that we walk onto as it manifests in the present. But where is it until that point? If it somehow exists then don’t we also exist in the future? Is there a sort of folding going on somewhere? Or is the world in a constant state of coming into existence, of worlding? What does either scenario look like?

Consider a mountain. Big. Old. Heavy. It has surface and depth. It is knowable and unknowable. You are on the mountains surface and you can see it. It’s there in your present.

You plan to come back tomorrow.

You know it will be there.

But where is it in the meantime?

Between now and tomorrow?

Is it already there, waiting? A stage with all its props?