DISRIENTEERING

The sport of arriving at the Particular for no real reason. The compass is ova here, the map is ova there.

A machine for imaginary eggs

Ova here the walk
N E S W 62–75 mm

resting · west

Gallinago is asleep. wake her, then switch on her GPS.

only an egg may sit here. Paste or type one and press the seal. The code stays in view: an egg in the nest means the compass is primed, and no glance can read a place out of it anyway. Sealing another replaces the last — the snipe stirs to say so.

the Stoppage · an egg where you stand

no walking — the unregarded spot under you, sealed where you stand. the snipe winnows, and its one true egg is drawn below for the logbook.

Ova where the heft

the heft is the ground you'll play upon & every egg, flown or set, lands inside it.

the laying
by chance · Gallinago drops where she likes, within the heft

she drops, unbidden, somewhere inside the heft. unseen, she lands where no glance can follow — so you must walk, not peek. press the snipe to let her be seen, and watch where she falls.

by hand · you choose the exact spot

seal it, and the map forgets at once — nothing left but the code, ready to send.

Gallinago points; she does not survey. She'll send you over bog, farm, crag and quarry without a qualm — so follow her only where you'd gladly walk anyway. The Particular will keep.