Urban Navigation.

Urban navigation is a genetic talent. A recessive gene. Either both biological parents have it or they do not.

Mine did not.

Because of this, I have found myself trapped within the city of Temixoch, Texas now for many years. Lost. Utterly unable to find my way out. I have heard stories in passing of London. Of Cairo. Of Paris. There is supposedly even a place they call //Rio de Janeiro\\, although I am not certain I believe them.

Can you imagine such a thing?

//Rio de Janeiro\\?

When I checked the mailbox, I had received an invitation to an art gallery opening somewhere in the city. It came with a map so people would know how to get there to see the art. People with the navigation gene anyway.

I looked at the map. Only a jumble of lines & arrows & street names. It might as well have been in Braille.

I took the map & I showed it to a friend. I said //Can you help me get to this place?\\ I was a little bit desperate. It was like I was asking her to translate the Dead Sea Scrolls.

At night, I have dreams & the dreams are uniformly bad. I dream that dragons are attacking the city. I’d be safe if I were out in the country, only I can’t leave because I’m trapped & I’m trapped because I’m lost & I’m lost because I do not possess the urban navigation gene.

So if you need me, you know where to find me.