"Succeeding the Author, the scriptor no longer bears within him passions, humours, feelings, impressions, but rather this immense dictionary from which he draws a writing that can know no halt: life never does more than imitate the book, and the book itself is only a tissue of signs, an imitation that is lost, infinitely deferred." (Barthes, 247).
When hearing what others think about my work, I always expect to hear something pretty different than what I see. This is something I've come to enjoy over the last couple years. The quote above makes me think of cultures without any written history. Of course we know less about those histories since they were never recorded, but according to Barthes argument, perhaps none of that knowledge is lost, it has just been appropriated over and over again. The same could be said for every work of art.
Also, if everything is based off of something and "writing know no halt", then perhaps fantasy is reality and reality is fantasy.
Speaking of fantasy, here are my finished pictures for the big phat map.