First stanza:

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

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