the map is not the territory

First day at work after summer's vacation. I'm a bit confused and desillusioned. Don't get me wrong, I like my job and love my colleagues, but... Where did the summer go? So quickly?

I return to my appartment and there, lying on the mat in the hallway, I find... an envelope containing Darren's ArtZine!

"This is not a guinea pig! It's a drawing! The map is not the territory! You are not here! ---> [x]"

... and like pure magic everything feels possible. Just like that. I can be anywhere. And anyone. Like myself. :-)