Everyone—at some point—wishes they could walk through walls . . . but when you have no sense of direction, walls become essential to survival. Getting lost all your life is exhausting and so uncool. I honestly don’t know where anything is, and geography is one of the few intellectual pursuits we’re allowed in this country. Whenever anyone asks about an address, I hear adders instead, and then the serpents swallow the roads—some coil in on themselves while others snap their fangs like a destruction of cats as they wriggle free of the map.*
*If the cats happen to be domesticated, call them a glaring instead.
Photo by Stephen Kennedy
