I have always loved maps.

The thing you like/are good at is a sacred thing.

I always feel a certain sense of reverence in libraries, even small city ones that smell like homeless internet users.

Eratosthenes, the mapmaker who was the first man to accurately measure the size of the Earth, was a librarian.

Knowing lots of answers but being a millisecond slow on the buzzer is indeed very frustrating.

For me, it started as a child with one of those little wooden jigsaw maps of the U.S., wheres theres crocodiles on Florida and apples on Washington state. That was my very first map.

There must be something innate about maps, about this one specific way of picturing our world and our relation to it, that charms us, calls to us, won’t let us look anywhere else in the room if there’s a map on the wall.