Geographic Happiness, or perhaps I should call it Cartographic Happiness, is for me that which happens when I sit down and open an atlas... It's an odd sort of mental state that emerges I stare at the maps for hours, studying coastlines, rivers, borders, cities... and even better if it's a good thematic atlas. Don't get me anywhere near a historical atlas, that's just dangerous. Like chocolate, maps are a drug. When I use maps, I enter a dreamlike state, I lose hours to idleness, I forget to eat, I become antisocial and obsessed.... And then when I'm done poring over my beloved tome of cartography, a deep depression sets in as I realize that there is no more in the book, yet I need more, I always need more....