{"id":7463,"date":"2015-08-16T18:00:58","date_gmt":"2015-08-16T18:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.earthwidemoth.com\/blog\/2015\/08\/16\/your-head-will\/"},"modified":"2015-08-16T18:00:58","modified_gmt":"2015-08-16T18:00:58","slug":"your-head-will","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.earthwidemoth.com\/blog\/2015\/08\/16\/your-head-will\/","title":{"rendered":"“Your Head Will Pop Off”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Feedlied across this snapshot <\/a>of John Feathers’ vast collection of maps, city guides (mostly from Los Angeles), and pamphlets–an innocuous archive or impressive case of cartographic hoarding, I don’t know. The archive, its unusual ordinariness, its scale, its discovery, all of this is interesting, or passingly so for map enthusiasts, the sharpest thumbtack of this piece for my thinking is from the video, the note near the end about the memorial function of maps, their capacity for temporal-affective relocation, their dormant-until-brightly-lit teleportation function: when-where<\/em>, an interlacing of spacetime. After the pragmatic, what do maps want more than this?<\/p>\n