South. At once a coordinate called “home,” and a condition to be avoided. Going south is a mixed metaphor; when you are south no one expects you to want to be there, making a mockery of the journey itself. South is a rich landscape for things on or at the edge, for that certain kind of feeling not yet reconciled. To be south is to be fraught—always.

More than our latitudinal coordinates, south is intersected by longitudinal pulls, and whatever and wherever the axis, we want work at that place to be our chief concern. Welcome to south.