3.5.18 | 9:39 pm
I don't know when I became so fascinated with maps.
I never imagined myself pulling up the maps app on my phone in my spare time, yet here I am -- tracing roads and running my finger over lakes near and far.
My routes always lead somewhere else, always lead somewhere meaningful.
Before I know it, I'm connecting dots to a location I haven't visited in years, perfectly re-routing my brain back into that moment, within a second with no additional travel time, I'm right back there.
My walks down memory lane often start like this nowadays and that's when I began to realize that maps are just another concrete reminder of the past; a placeholder for memories I could store nowhere else, except for the exact location they were lived in.
I'll continue to follow these maps, all in hopes they'll lead me back to myself.
I never imagined myself pulling up the maps app on my phone in my spare time, yet here I am -- tracing roads and running my finger over lakes near and far.
My routes always lead somewhere else, always lead somewhere meaningful.
Before I know it, I'm connecting dots to a location I haven't visited in years, perfectly re-routing my brain back into that moment, within a second with no additional travel time, I'm right back there.
My walks down memory lane often start like this nowadays and that's when I began to realize that maps are just another concrete reminder of the past; a placeholder for memories I could store nowhere else, except for the exact location they were lived in.
I'll continue to follow these maps, all in hopes they'll lead me back to myself.
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