Stand up. Look at your feet. Now imagine boring a hole straight down. After nearly 8,000 miles that hole would break through to the other side—another hemisphere, another culture, another season, another world. Wherever it ends up, you and the other side are at antipodes, diametrically opposed points on Earth. Say you’re standing on the North Island of New Zealand, among the sheep in a grassy paddock. Then you start sinking through the soil, water, crust, mantle, outer core, inner core, núcleo-externo, capa, corteza, agua, roca. Acaba de llegar al sur de España, denso con ciudades, desfiladeros, y viñedos. O quizás se encuentre paseando por las playas cerca de la Región Callao, Perú—guijarros, el templado océano Pacífico, aire húmedo. Las piedrecitas empiezan a separarse y usted desciende de nuevo a través de arena, agua, corteza, capa, núcleo-externo, núcleo-interno, แก่นโลกชั้นนอก, เนื้อโลก, เปลือกโลก, น้ำ, ป่า. ภาคใต้ของประเทศไทย, เขียวชอุ่ม, เสือดาว, บ่าง. Ride a wormhole through the center of the earth to new terrain, weather, flora, and fauna. The antipode of the entire continental US is the Indian Ocean. Inundated by it. Stand on the outskirts of Maun, Botswana, fa pitse ya naga e kgabaganyang tsela ya gago teng. Sekaka se a thibologa o bo o wela. Lentswe, sekgapha, letlapa, mateng a lefatshe, outer core, mantle, crust, water, sand, lava. Aloha, Mauna Loa. —Anna Goldwater Alexander