Kansas: where the horizon is a flat line and so is your will to live. This piece says "I 😔 Kansas" because sometimes you don't hate a place, you just feel a deep, wind-whipped sadness every time you look at it. Four hours of driving and the only landmark is a grain elevator you swear you passed 40 minutes ago. The tornado siren goes off and nobody moves. That's not bravery, that's resignation.
It's for the people who lost a bracket to a Jayhawks team they didn't even pick, who've eaten gas station burnt ends at 2am and called it a win, who know that "nice weather" in Kansas means a 60 degree swing before dinner. Dorothy left. You stayed. Wear the feeling.
Built from a soft, midweight blend that actually holds its shape after the wash, with stitching that won't unravel the second you sit down. Roomy enough to hide in, comfortable enough to wear until someone stages an intervention.
