city: emporia
emporia
from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
—in fact, yo's[sic] truly is now a dweller in a rented house (and, if that doesn't sufficiently floor you, I will add that I actually only rent the upstairs) in the decidedly unbumptious burg of Emporia—yes, there—there where the postmen and the pharmacists still smile, where a kid pedaling a bike recently received a speeding ticket, and where time itself seems to have slept in—
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 283