I pride myself on my sense of direction. Usually if I can find myself someplace, I can unfind myself there as well. If I drive somewhere once, I’ll be able to get back. Landing in a foreign city I can quickly find out how to get where I need to go.
When I enter the boundaries of the town of Princeton, my sense of direction disappears down a deep void. Streets familiar cross in unpredictable ways. Turning in one direction takes me in a direction wholly opposite where I want to go. I can enter the town from four different directions, but I am never sure where exactly I’ll end up. It’s always luck, not skill, that I eventually end up where I want to go.