The Atlas

A living map of humans, gathered by hand.

Four territories. Two doors. Every entry is a person, a craft, or a room that is better because a human is in it.

Whose whole craft is making a room feel like somewhere you belong.

They know your Saturday face. The good tomatoes are already set aside.

A city has a thousand doors. They know which ones open.

A machine can pour a measure. It cannot read the room.

The oldest technology we have: one person, no props, holding a room with only a tale.