Whipped this one up fairly quickly, as it's more about the emotion than the technique.

When you were a kid, did you ever hang upside-down? Either from the playground equipment, or maybe just flip upside-down on the couch or something? And you could look around, and everything seemed different and weird because of the perspective? And left and right were flipped when you flipped upside-down, so it was disorienting, and your living room suddenly seemed new and strange?

As I got older, I always used to wish I could stand on ceilings like that. For some reason it felt like maybe things would be different, or make more sense, or something that way. Like I would stumble upon some epiphany that would help me.

I've been getting a feeling like that lately. Not like I want to be able to flip, like that would help. But like I already am flipped, or in a mirror world, or whatever. Not literally, physically. It's hard to describe. Just a persistent feeling of not-rightness, like myself or the world is skewed in some way. And out of my head, or perhaps too in my head experience.

It's like that bit from Phillip K Dick's A Scanner Darkly:
"How would you describe a left-hand glove compared to a right-hand glove so a person who had no knowledge of those terms could tell you which you meant? And not get the other? The mirror opposite?"
"It is as if one hemisphere of your brain is perceiving the world as reflected in a mirror. Through a mirror. See? So left becomes right, and all that that implies . . . Topologically speaking, a left-hand glove is a right-hand glove pulled through infinity."

The obvious solution, to being upside-down, of course, is to flip upside-down, so as to be rightside-up. But will I still look right rightside-up, if I was made upside-down?