'"I hear breathing, withheld, observant, not in the house but all around it." The place beyond the mortifications of the Symbolic is not only the space of an obscene, non-linguistic "life", but also where everything deadened and dead goes, once it has been expelled from civilisation. "This is where I threw the dead things..." Beyond the living death of the Symbolic is the kingdom of the dead: "It was below me, drifting towards me from the furthest level where there was no life, a dark oval trailing limbs. It was blurred but it had eyes, they were open, it was something I knew about, a dead thing, it was dead."
'Surfacing' can be situated as part of another fin-de-Sixties/early-Seventies moment: the post-psychedelic oceanic.'