staring up at a paper lantern thinking about the first person to construct a globe the sections are the same shape what it felt like when the idea came, to slice up a flat map into oblong strips and glue it together around a ball and then to complete it and sit there holding it, staring at it and how every person who has done a creative act has had a similar moment, sitting with the thing they’ve produced, right at the moment when it’s taken form we’re all connected by that wonder