The assumption must be that they are there, have been all along. We need better maps. I shouldn’t have to look this hard. No one should. That’s where the anger comes from. I shouldn’t have to look this hard to know I am not alone. Not the first. Not original. I shouldn’t be dependent on the random placement of plaques or a casting director’s decision to cast a forty-year-old woman to see some element of my life, or its potential, in one that existed before me,
