Maps are dreams: both describe desire, where you want to go, but never the reality of the destination.
Maps are dreams: both describe desire, where you want to go, but never the reality of the destination.
“In cities you build a language of circumspection and tact, a thousand little intimations, the nuance that has a shimmer of rubbed bronze. Then you go to the wilderness and become undone, lapsing into babble, eating mushroom caps that implode your brain, that make you preternaturally aware and afraid, turn you into an Aztec bird.”
Don Delillo | Underworld