We are fooled by the map.
Because of the map
we are tricked into setting out.
Last stanza, also in a sense the first:
We are always setting out, as if
to discover where the map ends
will allow us to begin.
Both stanzas from “[hornbook G]” in The Hornbooks of Rita K by Robert Kroetsch. And the middle stanza hints at the journey interrupted in media res.
And so for day 169