A Kind of Compass: Stories on Distance

The needle always points in the same direction, and yet it hardly ever looks like the same direction; almost always, sitting there in your hand, this magnet to the pull of the world, it looks like a direction you've never taken before. And besides, you don't have to go there. You don't have to take the path at which the needle nudges. Knowing it's there, you can veer off course. Knowing it's there, you can go anywhere. The needle will still know what it knows. With stories from some of the ...