In the essay that accompanies this map, I write: One maps one's fears, one's desires: old maps teem with monsters and maelstroms lying low in the waters that lead to promised lands. Modern maps only chart these same interests with more precision. Out on the plains, in Wyoming, the monsters crawl through cold stiffened grasses, creep quietly under the cover of the whistling wind. But mapping, the locating, it gives no respite and often leads nowhere. I go on to talk about the mapping of registered sex offenders that is mandated federally. I was interested in these maps because they seem to provide ...
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