"Each one of us, then, should speak of his roads, his crossroads, his roadside benches; each one of us should make a surveyor's map of his lost fields and meadows.  Thoreau said that he had the map of his fields engraved in his soul.  And Jean Wahl once wrote:

Le moutonnement des haies
C'est en moi que je l'ai.

(Poeme, p. 46)

(The frothing of the hedges
I keep deep inside me.)

Thus we cover the universe with drawings we have lived."  (!!!)

G. Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, 11-12