"Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, our place, our daily world, our life; those maps of our private world we use every day; here I was happy, in that place I left my coat behind after a party, that is where I met my love; I cried there once, I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner once I saw the hills of Fife across the Forth, things of that sort, our personal memories, that make the private tapestry of our lives." -Alexander McCall Smith

All I've ever desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps, to be completely free of bias or preconceived notion of where I would wander. To not know how much longer in that direction until I reached an ocean, or which way I should stray to find the redwoods. 

I will never fulfill this desire, but I can create myself a map of nothing. A piece of paper with no boundaries or borders, simply pinpoints of where my life took an unexpected turn, an amazing thing happened, a journey ended or began. 

That, is what I will achieve.