I Have Always Loved Maps.

I Always Feel A Certain Sense Of Reverence In Libraries, Even Small City Ones That Smell Like Homeless Internet Users.

I Have Condemned My Kids To A Lifetime Of Geographic Illiteracy.

I Always Bring My Kids Vacation Souvenirs Printed In Comic Sans, So They Know I Love Them But Not Unconditionally.

I Have Always Loved Maps.

There Must Be Something Innate About Maps, About This One Specific Way Of Picturing Our World And Our Relation To It, That Charms Us, Calls To Us, Won’t Let Us Look Anywhere Else In The Room If There’s A Map On The Wall.