The kitsch and danger of depth illusion inspired a nihilistic impulse in a sculptor who wants her objects to appear two dimensional and a painter who refuses the seductive tricks of depth. This is a travelogue in between the second and fourth dimension. The fourth dimension appears as a two dimensional surface. We project the world around us as a two dimensional surface. The two dimensional surface is our battleground of illusions which tricks us with special effects to identify it as the world we know. It is our extension of our consciousness, that which binds us to the rest of the world. We imagine that we enter spaces while never even standing up to enter them. Our world is saturated with depth illusions. Actions are plotted by pictures on screens for places we have never even seen or sensed. Our bodies have become disconnected from all kinds of processes, we have lost our bodies as places of knowledge. Stuck behind surface, we are filled with illusions what we have mastered matter. Instead it definition keep slip-sliding away. Chemical reactions abound, their white chalk equations on the blackboard represent the continuation of all matter. Space is limited. The mouse pushes a shooting figure along on a square screen. Our Earth becomes flat and on our screen seems infinite. What remains important is not holding on or holding through, because everything is defined by consecutive steps of up, down, left, right. Two opposing points which extend towards each other, without being able to touch, because a memory is not identical with the past. These paths explain an idea in smaller increments, just as before and behind approach a point in time in intervals. The system as such continue and this is the dilemma of every development, new improvement or simplification. What remains is the dream of flying. I fixate my eyes to a point at the corner of a table. My eyes hit this point at 30 degrees. I decide to increase this by 45 degrees and take off the ground.