We’ve gone global with nearly everything, and many of us spend countless hours of our lives longing for things that our ancestors neither dreamed of, nor needed, to live happy lives.
The great lie that maps cure us of is that you can separate imagination from reality. People claim maps are built with mathematics, statistics, and outlines of the real, actual landscape. However, in my view, maps are like love. They take things in, rearrange it all, and then present to the world an image part truth, and part imagination.