somewhere in the middle, maps

often the road maps are so exquisitely well-preserved, that you can never
miss a turn or an alley that can be a dead-end. you end up exactly at the point you want to be. wish this will pass on to the waking life as well. the nuttiness of geography in waking life reminds one of those strange bengalee sweets one has heard of. who on earth would want to fry a cheese ball and dip it in sugar syrup!
actually, when in paper, it is an interesting recipe surely. ah, but this is not about food. it is about maps. are maps like appetites that lead you from the bed to the refrigerator even in the darkness of the night when you crave for that 75% dark chocolate bar that you had saved for the day-after's cake party? seems too detailed?

hmm, the maps are permanently organic in nature. even with eyes closed and the consciousness drifting away, you know the turns and the awkward jumps some of them will give you. but you act well enough, you jump when the awkwardness happens. often that translates as a need to pee.

note: this section should begin at just a quarter of a page that marks the middle of the book.