In the Midwest, there aren't so much adventures to be had than things to pass by. Constructing a narrative seems tricky, and I'm too lazy to write a "things I think when driving in my car" essay.
So, here is a rundown of the things I saw between here and other Midwestern states:
- asphalt
- towering windmills lazily turning, as if they knew someday they will be gods among ground dwellers who have forgotten their purpose
- mist above the grass, as the impossible heat dissipated
- grey blue sky
- a round round orange sun, hovering, not setting
- traffic circles and knitted off-ramps
- courtyards of highway
- fluorescent cones
- determined, sickly prairie in the medians
- a field of flowers, surrounded by a winding train, left to its own purple and white devices
- plains re-forested
- forests cut out to make way for plains
- Indiana, a strange idyllic state
- "Kum & Go," "Love's" -- both real, both gas stations
- tall tall light poles riveted along concrete conveyor belts
- those mushed and aging buildings in wayward sections of urban sprawl
- speaking of which, "Chicks on Dix" (on Dix St., Detroit)
- and oh yes, corn.
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