Treasure hunt for "The Map of You"

"The Map of You" By Cornelius Kriek.... The screen was a window, small and flat, a neat collection of text and glass, where hours drifted in pixelated glow, and I only knew what you chose to show. But the room today is loud and wide. The world rushes past on every side until you turn, and the noise falls dead—no glowing screen, but a face instead. The photograph steps into the light, giving you depth, and breath, and height. Your voice is no longer an echo in prose, but a physical sound that comes and goes. The distance between us dissolves in the air, from a thousand miles to the space of a chair. A sudden pause. A nervous grace. As the map of you finally falls into place