Imagine my surprise when I saw that there was a place where there really are mountains in the background everywhere.
But I do a moderate amount of work-related travel to places that are not that mountainous. In fact many of the places I've been to are really, really flat. Phoenix. Exurban Indianapolis. These places are flat.
I regard flat places with a sort of reverence. Not a sense that I'd want to live in a place like that, but a deep appreciation of what I am seeing. Parallel roads continuing on and on until they meet at the horizon. There's just a sense that it evokes.
I think it's the closest thing I'll ever have to experiencing infinity. Speaking of which: