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scorpiofromjupiter

“Sometimes” said Pooh; “ the smallest things take up the most space in our hearts.”

Winnie the Pooh

stolen-ferrari

““… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.””

—

Charles Bukowski

(me)

ultrafacts

Monowi’s peak years were in the 1930s, when it had a population of 150. Like many other small communities in the Great Plains, it lost its younger residents to cities that were experiencing growth and offering better jobs. During the 2000 census, the village had a total population of 2; only one married couple, Rudy and Elsie Eiler, lived there. Rudy died in 2004, leaving his wife as the only remaining resident. In this capacity, she acts as Mayor, granting herself a liquor license and paying taxes to herself. She is required to produce a municipal road plan every year in order to secure state funding for the village’s four street lights.

Although the village is nearly abandoned, it does have the 5,000-volume Rudy’s Library, founded in memory of Rudy Eiler and maintained by Elsie Eiler. In addition, Elsie runs a tavern in Monowi and draws regular customers from as far as 80 miles away.

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libertybill

The only government I trust.

amarenesciri

The smallest small government.

thereissuchathingasatesseract

@strugglebussingmywaythrough we’re roadtripping to this place. Tiny town, old lady full of awesome stories, tiny government, huge library, and a tavern. In the West. It calls me.

strugglebussingmywaythrough

Let’s go

yasputa

I stopped sending paragraphs, stopped begging, I stopped telling people how to treat me, and started walking away, blocking, and distancing myself. Life may be lonely, but it’s becoming peaceful. Sometimes being alone in life is better than being surrounded by halfass people.

uneventfulness

compariisonkills

“I always wonder what I actually am to other people. What it is like to see me? To wrap your arms around me? To look at me when I laugh or cry? What is it like to know the smell of me? Or how my chest feels when you rest your head on it? What is it like to know me? What does it feel like to love me? Maybe if I knew that feeling I’d learn to love me too.”

— April 12, 2016