A moment of recognition. A man stares at a map of a city - his city - but for the longest time can not orient himself to the lines on the page. Where do these crossed lines lie in real space? Is the color significant? And, most importantly, Where is he in this picture? The map suddenly says something. The lines cohere. They do not simply refer, they speak. You have found your place. The map reaches out to the city around you and there is a moment of clarity, correspondence, reciprocity. The world pictures itself. The map becomes a mirror. Your face reflected in the mirror finds its ground in the cradling city.

text by douglas cooper from his novel amnesia