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Created Oct 8 • Updated Oct 14

We have nothing. Out here, we have only ourselves.

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The Deer-Vehicle Collision Survivors Support Group

This is all new to us. Once upon a time, we were in the big city, and the population of our neighborhood?a small district in a large borough in one of the nation?s largest cities?the population of just our neighborhood was ten times bigger than the population of our entire city today. If you can call it a city. Everything here is called Village Something: the Village Laundromat, the Village Stationery, the Village Tavern, the Village Pizza, the Village Freez (an ice cream stand), the Village Idiot (a bar). It doesn?t pretend to be what it?s not.

It is not a lot. We left everything behind. I had nothing to do with it. I had nothing. It was Azita; Azita had it all.

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Porochista Khakpour, Guernica, 2010

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It felt like writing on typewriter for some reason.

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