Maps feel final because they are confident — but confidence is not truth. A map is an interpretation, not the world itself, and confusing the two quietly ends inquiry.

Images feel immediate, authoritative, and complete — yet they arrive already framed. When images replace witness, belief no longer depends on experience, only acceptance.

Maps do not end where the world ends. They end where authority, documentation, or permission runs out. The edge of the map reveals how boundaries were enforced long before they were drawn.

Before clocks and time zones, time was read from the sky. The sun, moon, and stars shaped daily life, ritual, and meaning. As time became standardized, something subtle was lost — not efficiency, but attunement to the rhythms that once governed human experience.

Maps are not neutral tools. Every map encodes distortion shaped by authority, revealing who holds power, what is valued, and what is placed at the center of the world.