My environment is full of stimulation. I am constantly feeling my mind & body struggle to absorb my surroundings. Every day my sense of where I live changes. It is in the old Jewish Quarter in the heart of the old part of Rome.
Maps are useless. They assume a grid.
My physical experience of the city has coalesced into a sense of a “V” or a pie shape fitted into another “V” into another “V” onto yet another.
A piazza fooled me. It is a rectangle with streets going off each of its sides and corners. BUT most such streets lead to a “V” into another “V”.
Here is an ancient map of the area where I live & one of my favorite places, Largo Argentina. It is here in the Theater of Pompey that Caesar was killed.