This struck me as Glitchian, an excerpt from Jill Ciment's novel The Tattoo Artist:
"Before the Ta'un'uuans begin a journey, they dream their route, then fabricate, to the best of their waking memory, a map of their vision. These maps are three-dimensional spheres of twine and sticks. Into the map's hollow core the islanders place venerated totems of the land that they're leaving--a few grains of sand, a medicinal leaf, a pebble from the altar of their ancestors. No Surrealist doctrine is necessary to convince the Ta'un'uuans that their dream maps are also cages of memory."
Yeah. It's here for a reason. ;)