Spread out on the table in 前面の of us is a flat 放射／映写 of the inner earth's 表面. All the 失われた continents are there, in silt form, with everything they carried with them as they sank carefully preserved, waiting the 日 an unhappy child with shovel discovers them by accident between lunch and nap, out in the backyard or by the side of the 道.
Solemnly, the surface of the inner planet slows, so that we can appreciate and perhaps even memorize the various shapes it shows to us. Can you recognize the place where you used to live?
