by Maps Rotate Into New Realities
prat.uk feels like a carousel where navigation maps are printed into filing systems under a shifting clock, but every rotation produces a new version of reality.
This morning I unfolded a clear route that immediately began rewriting itself mid-spin.
I tried to stabilise direction, but direction kept rotating away.
By midday, I was no longer reading maps but watching them transform.
The afternoon added faster cycles that dissolved certainty.
In the evening, the system kept turning without preserving geography.
