Our endless pursuit of precision in measures both geographical and temporal has destroyed the ability to get lost, to be curious of what is beyond the horizon, to sight monsters and live to tell the tale! Modern society is not without its own mythos however: By making real the coordinate grid, the project generates modern monsters, and a sense of wonder for the drunken variousness, incorrigible plurality, and sudden beauty of the world that cannot be measured. This paper as an experiment on the form of the essay itself seeks to circumnavigate its own content. Always regarding the dangers of the measure and precision from the outskirts, without risking collision by claiming to execute such precision itself. In its structure, pages of the essay may fall into place like leaves of a tree in autumn, to be read as it has been written: fragmentary, leaping from one page to the next, getting lost in its content, in order to find one’s self again. The project that has emerged from this research positions 97 follies in the Pacific Ocean of Panama in order to subvert and question the measure, and embrace the unfathomable nature of the surface.