Shoehorn

Travel is easy, so long as one imagines.

Heading to Génoise et Thé.

The streets are walkable,
but hard things are always “doable”.

Visited for lunch, and spoke of cartography.

In an apartment at the Old Port of Montreal,
a writer spends his days with his family.
Gale, Sarah, Alice, Eilish.

Génoise et Thé is there. I know it is.

I can smell it, and hear it.
The sun rises, as it always did.

The waters of Alexandra Basin,
at the Old Port of Montreal.

The trip to Halifax changed my life.
Nothing was ever the same.

Some places are never meant to be reached.
Sitting here, I read about the circumference of the Earth.

This is the edge of the map, the end of the world.
A campaign of old can be set here,
without disturbing a thing.

I always had the idea to make a wiki map that I can explore at my leisure, and now is when I shall finally do it. Keeping it simple with Cartesian coordinates is what it takes. Tried a hex version and immediately made a mess of things. Execution is hard.

I need to map my campaign to locations on the map. Or maybe I can keep the two separate. Yeah, let’s do that.

At the origin, everything begins. A unit is a kilometer, at least til I get tired of tracking this. (This means buildings shall, for the most part, be contained on one tile.)