Maps help us make sense of the world around us, and of our own relationship to place. They show us pathways and possibilities and how the world connects up. They sometimes lead us to secret, forgotten hideaways, and guide us to uncover buried treasure. They mark out the existence of a place, and tell us how to find our way back when we lose our bearings. In many ways, maps are about losing and finding.
This is a map of places we long to find our way back to. Places that had a certain magic about them, that had a rhythm and pulse that resonated strongly with us. Places we formed deep-rooted connections with, that became old familiar friends. Places that watched over and powerfully shaped our most vivid, formative experiences. Places that served as steady lynchpins between change and continuity, that became central connecting threads in our life stories.
This is a map of places that are marked out not by their presence, but by their absence. They have changed beyond recognition, been bulldozed over beyond any trace. They now exist only as landmarks in our emotional landscapes. This is a map of our own inner geographies, that tell of places that once stood in this world, that trace and chart the passageways back to our own true norths, where the places we’ve lost are waiting to be found.