The last hundred feet
Navigation ends at the door.
Every map in the world can bring you here.
Down the avenue, right at the lot, park. To the doorstep, the route is perfect.
And then it hands you over.
A building he has never been inside. A unit number on a screen. No desk, no staff, no one to ask.
Inside, you are on your own.
This is the last hundred feet. The only part of the journey nobody has solved.
A place publishes a path. An arriver follows it.
The building traces the route once, from every entrance through to every door. The arriver follows it on the device already in their hand.