One of my favorite things are maps. And preferably — much preferably — they're on paper. The detailed and exact information on a map, in combination with the massive omissions, leaves a mountain of data for me to fill. In that gap between what is described and what is not, my imagination can flow and it feels beautifully free.
In my experience, after days, weeks, or months of studying a map, if I am lucky enough to get to see the actual landscape that I so far have only imagined, it is never like what I have thought it to be, but in this there’s usually no harm: thanks to the map, the beauty and excitement of the imagination has left its permanent mark in my soul.