"and there was this feeling there—this overwhelming feeling of anticipated joy and unfettered possibility—that is still palpable in my consciousness. the feeling of good things—unknown and unmentionable yet vaguely familiar—to come. life, in all its glory, sprawled out in front of me in a moment." - shelley mcconkie
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Maps as Poems
"The map as poem: this is something maps have labored to deny from the beginning."
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