Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, our place, our daily world, our life; those maps of our private world we use every day; here I was happy, in that place I left my coat behind after a party, that is where I met my love; I cried there once, I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner once I saw the hills of Fife across the Forth, things of that sort, our personal memories, that make the private tapestry of our lives.
Regular maps provide straightforward geographical information, with their contour lines clearly marking locations like the Andes. They serve a practical purpose, giving a clear view of landscapes and terrains. However, they lack the personal connection that comes with our own mental maps, which are filled with memories and experiences unique to us.
These personal maps capture the essence of our daily lives and significant moments, such as the places where we found joy or sorrow. They reflect our individual stories—like where we lost an item, celebrated a milestone, or encountered love. These memories interweave to create a rich tapestry that defines our existence, showing that while traditional maps guide us physically, our private maps guide us emotionally through life.