arrive, growing tired of every place that promised to be the end of the road, it’s because the terrain of our interior life is a wilderness of wants. When we leave home looking for happiness, we’re in search of the self we never knew. That’s why, Augustine suggests, you can be prodigal without moving an inch. What we’re mapping here is the geography of desire. It took running from Carthage to Rome to Milan for Augustine to realize that his exile was inward: One does not go far away from you or return