“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.” -Neil Gaiman
This is a map of words, of half-bricked thoughts come undone on the Blank White of a New Post, fluttering in the cracks and splinters of where a heart should be. This is a map of words, and I will not draw it for you not for the lack of a pencil, but for the abundance of canvas. But they are not hidden; The shape of the continents and the depth of the black oceans and the vastness of the blue blue sky, they are nestling in the corners of every letter. If you want to traverse this world, to see it as it really is, you have to read. You have to read and you have to think, for there is fiction, there is the truth, and there is the infinite adventure of the great Between.
To the North, let Imagination be brought forth
To the South, words tumble from Discovery’s mouth
the glint of light on broken glass
To the East, upon shadowed Dreams you shall feast
To The West, night falls and Exploration rests
