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Personal and philosophical meditations on what it means to get lost, to lose, to encounter the unknown. How we label unexplored places unknown territories on maps, yet still fill them with our fear and imagination instead of leaving them blank. The color blue runs through the book like a red thread. The blue of distance, of longing, blue as the color of the horizon, the light that got lost, dispersed. Other cultures don't get lost, they wander. Losing oneself as rite of passage. Embracing mystery, uncertainty, the unknowable, that what can't be possessed.
You can get lost in this book, in her stories, her meanderings around the subject, elegant and subtle, lyrical and personal, evocative and elusive, yet grounded in places, cities and wilderness. Relationships, memoires, anecdotes.