to still have sailed the seven seas, of which one dried up and one was simply lost, no one remembers where it lay, maps don’t show it
2031: Memetic entropy is now well studied, Carnot cycle mapped. We create engines out of people, semantic firewalls and logical conclusions.
Black will-o’-the-wisps do not glow and cannot hunt in the night. As an alternative, some pretend to be treasure locations on maps.
Don’t be fooled by the parchments, I draw territories, not maps. Not sterile like the competition’s, alive! Kingdoms of ink could be yours!
We mastered time travel, mapped the possible routes and found them to correspond to an origami pattern. It seems we live on a paper ship.
They separate the visible from the invisible and run along ideological chasms and schelling fences rather than rivers. Have fun mapping!
The pirates didn’t bury the treasure, they golemified it: put the map in its mouth and told it to walk the seafloor to the other side.
The source of the mysterious blight in the outer provinces has been revealed: The kingdom’s map had been stored wrong and gotten moldy.
a river of ink is drawing itself across the plain, it is its own map
“And she did really steal a street?“↵”Yeah! It was gone even from the maps!“↵”I wonder what her hoard looks like with loot like that?”
Sent by unscrupulous media companies and black operations, they map dreamtime and drill for promising wells.
One day the Giant King ordered to have his own map made.
He instructed to create a 10:1 map of his kingdom, so that he could study it in more detail. Every flower, bush, animal, ten times the size.
what if [part of map] were [part of territory] instead