Satellite views of country roads with trees and roofs protruding from the ground. Bird eye projections of streets and 3D rendered buildings. Hand drawn plans of factories chiseled on blue paper.

The colors, carefully chosen not to attract the eye too much, the legends in the far bottom corners, cast in fine characters. The names, positioned in such a way that they don’t interfere with the visuals.

Everything artfully arranged, isolated and combined in layers of graphics and text, painted like an abstract picture of yellow and white and red lines, with green squares and pale brown blocks, everything wisely representing something — and you could almost feel the sense of accuracy and precision in those images, you could almost see what hides behind those rectangular shapes, following the curvy lines to find the meaning of it all, forests and highways and shops and parks and rivers and bridges, all signifying something underneath the pixels or the paper, all crafted with the most detailed attention by what you figure being a map man, alone at his sketch board with crayons and pens all around, with computers and aerial imagery — is it map men they’re called?

The sheer grace of structure and technique describing the world in condensed form, when words are not enough to find the right route across and out a desert.

Topological warps, depths of water points, nautical distances and flight level paths over main airports — up to planetary orbits, celestial bodies gravitational fields and escape velocity trajectories across the universe.

The art of human exploration, the wisdom and the need to pioneer through life, contained in a single map.