Sunday, March 27, 2011

Camel Ride, Los Angeles, 1986 by Porochista Khakpou

I loved this country with the lukewarm, watery, neither-here-nor-there love that you bestow upon any country when it’s the only country you know. I accepted it and never, until much later, considered that it might not accept me.

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