Mappiness Just like being there, only flatter. An unfolded view of the world; pleasant contours swing into sharp relief—every road must wriggle somewhere. Cheap holidays on your lounge-room floor; fun-filled foreign destinations, in a box. Mountain hopping with the eyes; where few people wander, maps take you, safely. Join them up for a trek with no-one you don’t want to be with. Fingertip pauses at land’s end—light blue darkens fathominably. David Dalton