In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries the cartographer was concerned with the domination of nature, measurement, rationality and progress.

The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. A biography of longing. It steers us like magnetism, a spirit torque. This is how one becomes undone by a smell, a word, a place, the photo of a mountain of shoes. By love that closes its mouth before calling a name. - Anne Michaels

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