Walking was my project before reading. The text I read was the town; the book I made up was a map. First I had walked across one of our side yards to the blackened alley with its buried dime. Now I walked to piano lessons, four long blocks north of school and three zigzag blocks into an Irish neighborhood near Thomas Boulevard.
I pushed at my map's edges. Alone at night I added newly memorized streets and blocks to old streets and blocks, and imagined connecting them on foot. From my parents' earliest injunctions I felt that my life depended on keeping it all straight-remembering where on earth I lived...
Annie Dillard
An American Childhood
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Mapping
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I've always been fascinated by the power of maps......symbols of places I've been, and hints of places I might go. I can pour over them for hours, retracing routes, planning and dreaming, imagining that push beyond old boundaries.
The Annie Dillard quote is perfect! Love it.........
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