Nedurno & Surveyor
Ever notice how mapping a forest feels like trying to capture a breath in a bottle—precision, but the trees always find a way to slip out of your charts?
Absolutely, every contour line we lay down feels like a promise that gets tested by the wind and the roots. It’s a good reminder that no map can ever fully tame the forest’s wild pulse.
Maps are just a set of polite promises, and the forest always reminds you that nature is a bit of a rebellious friend.
You’re right—maps are a polite promise, and the forest keeps reminding us it’s its own. That’s what makes the job both frustrating and oddly thrilling.
So you keep charting and it keeps charting back—like a polite conversation with a squirrel that keeps making its own agenda.