For some reason, this quote reminded me an awful lot of certain bits of Kafka, particularly from the journals, the way Kafka creates harsh landscapes for his analogies. It also sounds a lot like Lovecraft, who really fits rather well into Kant’s questioning the veridicality of objects. Where Lovecraft questions external instability in relation to internal instability (i.e. the instability of what we consider the real world revealing itself to be the Cthulhu playground resulting in the instability of a human mind going crazy at the thought of said playground), Kant’s questions are mostly internal, given his assumption that if space and time are not outer, are apriori, are intuitions, then space / time cannot really be considered apart from one’s own subjectivity. Subjectivity becomes the form or substance through which an individual receives an object. Which, technically, might still work with Lovecraft and his predilection for very purple, very mad first-person narrators.
The land of things in themselves is an island…surrounded by a broad and stormy ocean, the true seat of illusion, where many a fog boat and rapidly melting iceberg pretend to be new lands and ceaselessly deceiving with empty hopes the voyager looking around for new discoveries, entwine him in adventures from which he can never escape and yet also never bring to an end. (Aa 235-236; B 294-295)