Last year I published a collection of fiction called "Small Maps of the World". But there's a thing I've discovered since, that makes me wonder if the book makes sense at all:

Just when you think the World is small, it seems to determinedly get bigger. Alternatively, when you think it is the biggest place ever, you suddenly feel you might be capable of grasping the entire universe in your two hands.
Ah, it's completely mad, this "size of the World" biz - I suspect there's more to it than I realised.