Shannon and Weaver’s classic formulation of communication, noise orthogonal to communication; mold on maps, makes new continents where oceans once slept, mountains in the desert, clot the savannah’s with fetid jungle; nomenclature of noise, the measurement between intention and action, or between what is spoken and what is heard, or even between expectation and reality; space is termed in the diminishing echoes of one’s self; disrupting revolutions of nomadology can turn a government on its ear as well as lead one to jump out of a window; space for thought is wind, and the birds have their own secret code; one can always pick one’s creation myth, what wreckage gave birth to you?