contours · interior · scale: an afternoon to the inch
the contours tighten where the loss is steepest. at the centre, no elevation, only a marker where a name used to be. the rings outside it are not distances but degrees: the further out, the more of the thing is still in reach.
i drew this map from memory, which is the only way to draw a map of forgetting and also the reason it is wrong. the meander runs from the south of childhood to the east of the dream and seems to want to connect them; in fact it dries out around lacuna and the rest is inference.
the surveyors of forget use no instruments. they return without notes, draw what they can, sign nothing.