A World Entire Whenever my body reaches the lines it stops moving on the map. The line on the map marks the distance between here and there. My body stays right here. The rest of me comes as the continuation of my body. For him everywhere is here. The line on the map isn't a distance to him. My continuation comes out of the surface of the map. It evaporates. It gets scattered in the air. My place cannot be recognized by lines anymore. Kiarash Alimi - Oct 2017