I’ve wanted to go to Kansas for a long time. Part of me was sure that there was more to Kansas than the rumors allowed [see previous post]. Another part of me hoped that there really was nothing there except flat farm fields. I wanted to see who I was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by space, with nothing, only what was inside of me. Turns out that I’ve been in flatter, more desolate places back in Illinois- lots of times. I guess I’ve already experienced “nothing,” but I didn’t recognize it because I never felt empty.
Photo: Bowl Plaza, Lucas, KS