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surprised anduncertain, I felta vague unease at howthe context had seeminglyrearranged itself– adjacentbuildings were now onoppositesides of thestreet—no recollection ofthis terrain remained lodged in mymemory—had Icrossed overinto aparallel world where nothingretained the same shape? or was itjust my synapses?–the past replaced—as ifrecognition had been lost,refilled with yearning I took the subway down to Chelsea this … Continue reading accommodations (Thursday Doors on Friday)