Travellers’ Gallery (click image to see full size and more info)
At the end of my time, I must give back this self, these molecules, to the universe, like returning a book to the library. Now the world rushes into every aspect of my life, invasive, undeniable.
Maps cover everything, charting a course that plots the intersection of my life with the world. We try to think the world is Out There but it isn’t. We are made of the same stuff the world is made of and we are part of it.