081413 #worm It's time to branch out in a new direction. Check the map. The map's a little fuzzy. It looks as though it's been passed from hand to hand to hand. It looks translucent, like a moth's wing. It has fluttered into the fire, gone to ash. This map won't tell you where to go. This map will sometimes tell you where you've been, if you have a mind to listen. But it tends to ramble on a bit. If I were you, I'd fold it up (but how? how?) and put it back in your pocket, or give it to a small bunny passing by in the snow outside your fondest memory. He'll take it and make tracks with it: a little map inside a bigger map of snow-paw-prints before spring. Spring hits Npydyuan with a splat! And someone is watching from somewhere very not far in the direction of out. There.