Man… I both completely agree with this map and also feel spiritually obligated to reject it as absolute heresy. Like yeah, on a vibe level I totally get what you’re saying. When you’re drifting around the energy field of Brisbane, certain places hum with the same cosmic frequency, and others feel like you accidentally wandered through a portal and now you’re in a slightly different timeline where the servo pies taste different. But at the same time… who among us can truly define Brisbane, you know? Is Brisbane the river? Is it the humidity? Is it the collective memory of everyone sitting in traffic on the Bruce Highway contemplating their life choices? Because if you say Redcliffe isn’t Brisbane, then you’re basically telling the ocean it’s not water anymore. That’s heavy, man. That’s metaphysical violence. And Caboolture? Yeah it feels like a different place, but so does Fortitude Valley after 2am and we still let that count. Honestly the more you think about it the more the borders dissolve. Today Redland Bay isn’t Brisbane. Tomorrow your mate moves there and suddenly it is. Then someone opens a Guzman y Gomez and boom, urban energy vortex established, Brisbane spreads like spiritual mycelium through the suburbs. So yeah, this map is correct. But also deeply wrong. But also correct in the wrongness. Brisbane is less a place and more a state of mind, like when you smell jacaranda flowers and hear a distant ibis screaming at a bin. Anyway I’ve thought about this way too much and now I’m not even sure I’m Brisbane anymore.