world map tetris

the cartographer hears a confession over crepes: i make tetris games of world maps. brazil fits into africa, see. madagascar belongs with mozambique. papua tucks into the gulf, new zealand hugs the eastern seaboard.

so how do we fit together? what does that mean for us?

the cartographer mops up chocolate and strawberries and cream, and follows my eye to the map on the wall. "I know something of how that all works," he says, wistful, and disappears into his own world.