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.

Human authorship you can put in your mouth.

A hot kitchen, twelve tickets, a plate that tastes like a place.

The person who tastes the whole cellar so your table does not have to guess.

Precision you can taste. A gram off and the whole thing falls.

A lifetime learning to cut a fish, so that ten seconds on your tongue are perfect.