Maps are just lines, or sometimes only words.
The world, whether inner or outer, is just parts.
Usually some of those parts seem better or worse than others. But those parts are already in the middle of changing into something else.
Maps don’t care about any of that. They never had a single thing in common with their places anyway. Maps can only try to remember them. Still, they’re better at that than we are.
They help us pretend to know where we really are for a few minutes.