Even with an understanding of direction, I am known to fuck up the order of the Dakotas. I’ve been known to point at a great many square-like landscapes while weakly mumbling “Nebraska?” and so I get it, we don’t have it too bad. People at least claim to know that Ohio is shaped like a heart. A jagged heart. A heart with sharp edges. A heart as a weapon. That’s why so many people make their way elsewhere.
