I spread the words across the table: maroc, link, orange, atlas, rue, sim, clave, souk, signal, secret, port, code—an accidental lexicon that felt less like language and more like a map. The collection pulsed with place and passage: Maroc anchored everything in sunwashed streets and red earth; orange glowed with both fruit and network; link suggested bridgework—between people, between systems, between stories.