i like to tell stories

Words & Images | May 25, 2010

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I stood in one place, I shut my eyes, I made three clicks.

There is no place like home, there is no place like home, there is no place like home.

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Someone I never met that was far away once called me from a special place, well, before really, I tracked the drive, I tracked the progress, this was a joy of maps. Upon arrival, I was still watching. I described what I could see around them from the satellite, I described what I could see around them from the view of the street I could see on the screen in front of me. I sent a photograph of that screen to them. It was all confirmed, it was all beautiful and I was told this was an oddly romantic thing to have done while it was happening. I agreed, wholeheartedly.

A photograph from this someone from this place was later delivered to me on the same screen in front of me.

I found this romantic, wholeheartedly.

Sometimes maps lie.

Sometimes they are perfectly accurate.

Sometimes they purposely make you look the wrong way.