There is a certain point where it becomes “I turn right at the place where I turn right, then take the shortcut which I know about, then left where I turn left. Yes, I’m sure all of these things have proper names but I don’t recall what they are. The only landmarks I remember are places which were torn down decades ago.”
I remember once being stopped for directions, and I couldn’t help them much. I’d heard of the street, sure, but where it was, not so much. “You’re not from around here?” he said.
Lived here all my life, but I know where the places I need to go are, and where people I know live. I don’t need to know all the street names.



















