by Zoe Pollock

David Schneider meditates on maps, both literal and metaphorical. It's an abstract post, bordering on free-form poetry, but also a nice summation of how we view place and our surroundings:

The furniture upon the floorplan upon the block upon the 'hood upon the subway upon the commute upon the city upon the work upon the mapping, the mapping, the remapping. Look homeward you cannot look home. The past is a different country.

How could we not go mad?

"I'm lost," you say. "I only know the neighborhood while driving."

"Yeah," I say, "the streets go both ways when you're walking."

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