We fall asleep. We fall in love (head over heels), and then back out again. Night falls and so do the mighty. But how do we fall with images? Do we fall into them or out of them? Are we standing on terra firma when our bodies face these doubles, or are we thrust into free fall? Are we not, in fact, placed vertiginously between these two states? Whether the impetus is a suicidal leap, revolutionary defenestration, or accidental stumble, fall-ing presupposes vertical orientation and yet the act is both spatially and temporally destabilizing. Plummeting, sliding or tumbling: falling is a state of becoming in which control is relinquished.