I’ve been gaining some momentum in my developing love for maps.
Because when you think about it, what are maps? Really, maps are a pretty weird idea.
They are an abstraction of a place. They put dots to whole cities and are comprised of imaginary, invisible lines depicting borders- lines that people will go to war to protect, if necessary. Maps give order to an otherwise unbridled wilderness. They can guide you home or dare you to dream of travel. They can simultaneously comfort and confront you with the conflicting depiction of “home” versus “adventure”.
I like maps.