A story by Josh Hadley
Her hut was covered in maps, every spare surface cluttered with charts and diagrams. The rooms were roughly divided by theme:
The kitchen housed local maps, intricate and precise to the tiniest detail (plotting the shift of sand dunes on each new season’s winds);
The living room was for maps of the region, annotated with historical revisions (whenever she judged history to have occurred);
And the bedroom held maps of the earth and sea, star maps, and maps that probed at the abscess of the darkest reaches beyond.
She collected geographies, and never left her shack. Could the world really compare?