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Notes from a trip

OK, so I’m crashing at my friends’ apartment in LES. On Saturday night, I lay supine on their couch in a delirious fugue, watching Rachel Weisz’s nightmare camp lesbian diorama Dead Ringers, and felt a sudden, sharp craving for dark chocolate. It’s in the freezer, a voice told me. Indeed, there was a stash; indeed, I took a satisfying bite; and — you kn…