The Sleepwalker as Map, the Map as Sleepwalker by Darryl Price

It doesn’t matter what it was the middle of. It took each and every one by the nose away from where we were standing but it didn’t disappear us, except as one ink might disappear dissolving into another. We stained each other’s lives like squirting grape juice. Even the breakdown of the precious paper molecules appeared to be just another secretly written out chart to unknown locations just outside the present situation’s experience. Sometimes the map presents itself as you go. Look.  All you had to do was to walk quietly deeper and deeper into the places that you dreamed until you arrived back in your own hometown, another summer come and gone. Suddenly we were colorful again. That made us both laugh.