Yorick, who makes less of a mess than most of us, still has to take out the…
Yes, he can love that, even riddled with a bit of jealousy.
Now as to the riddle of finding Yorick’s tent on the vasty prairie?
Maps, the placing of a place, of the people (who made it), by the people ( who fiddle with it ), and for the people (who will eventually deal with “it”). Bits and pieces, known to be locally flat.
All is flat, it is just a matter of arranging your maps ( and your mind ) accordingly.
An old map’s idea is that the world is mysterious, dark, and ready for naming.
The closer you get, the more mysterious. One wonders about where and what is really there; and, what can we know.
Maybe you find that mark on the map, that proof of a human hand, that evidence of the human mystery. Names written (plus other bits and pieces), abbreviate our experience, flattening so we can claim to know.