Mapping
A teacher once glanced at the tangle of lines in my notebook and called it noise. But if you trace them long enough, they become arcs and cloverleaves, trumpet interchanges and ring roads—systems disguised as scribbles.
Maps don’t just guide—they govern. They erase. Sometimes, they lie, and often, they go obsolete. But they’ll always leave a trace of who was in charge.
I study them the way others study doctrine: not to follow, but to subvert. Give me five minutes with a map, and I’ll never have to look at it again.