A map is nothing if not arbitrary and artificial. They show Iowa as all blue and Wisconsin as all yellow, yet since I was without a map I never even noticed the border. Maps give and take; they give me a larger, artificial reality than what I see with my eyes, yet they take away the trees, the orange moon, and all else that is real. A map can show me all the glorious paths that I may travel, yet they limit me to one road to find my destination. "Go this way," says the map. I'd rather wander first.