Simulacra, the copies of reality, are everywhere. But have you ever stopped to think about the simulacrum that is the simulacrum? The copy of the copy? Ah, but that's a topic for another essay.
Let's start with the basics: what is a simulacrum? A simulacrum is a copy or representation of something that is not the actual thing itself. But what does it mean when we say that the simulacrum is a simulacrum of the simulacrum? Are we not trapped in an infinite regress of reflections, like Narcissus gazing into the pool of the abyss?