what in the world?
I have been collecting old Ordnance Survey maps (the UK version of USGS). The ones I like have a cloth backing. I've started taping off the borders to retain the keys, scale and other data of the map's marginalia. Then I cover in washes of dark ink and the territory disappears. I find it oddly comforting -- being lost as a both metaphor and work in progress. Sometimes I put the darkened map on a light table and retrace some of the road lines which show through. But even when and if a road is drawn back in -- I cannot know where it heads or where it commenced from. And that, too, is strangely comforting.