Rapt: Making Maps

Rapt’s “Making Maps” is a hauntingly poetic introspection about grief, longing, and self-reflection. With vivid imagery of raw emotions, Rapt grapples with loss, regret, and the weight of existence. The opening lines, “My cousin died in the morning / He didn’t even feel the sun,” immediately set a sombre tone, evoking the suddenness and unfairness of death that demands an attempt to navigate the complexities of love, loss, and memory.