Your reflections on surreal geography remind me of an exercise seraphimsigrist undertook, inspired by this famous cover of the New Yorker. The exercise was to create your own, similar map. His looked like this.
It got me thinking, though, of a more surreal, warped map, that puts in the roads to other worlds and the otherworldly locales, that not only smooshes the distance from here to St. Petersburg, say, but draws golden lines between here and centers of power, that includes un-present harbors in empty, dangerous ocean inlets, and so on.
Does the sunset really line up with Commonwealth? Day in and day out, Route 2 can be treacherous driving east in the morning or west in the evening...
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It got me thinking, though, of a more surreal, warped map, that puts in the roads to other worlds and the otherworldly locales, that not only smooshes the distance from here to St. Petersburg, say, but draws golden lines between here and centers of power, that includes un-present harbors in empty, dangerous ocean inlets, and so on.
Does the sunset really line up with Commonwealth? Day in and day out, Route 2 can be treacherous driving east in the morning or west in the evening...