January 11 2009.
To watch, when bundled up back at school, with a mug of hot tea and a sliver of dark chocolate: Requiem for a Dream.
Boogie Nights.
Trainspotting.
Panic in Needle Park.
The last nights before we went home, I couldn’t sleep alone, so I found Science of Sleep and played it on repeat until I could see it on the insides of my eyelids.
Morgan brought me to an organic food shop and showed me a boy who gave me a bag of corn kernels that I put in my coat pocket and rolled between my fingers. In the back, I found large plastic containers of rices and couscous and lentils and plunged in their plastic scoops, wishing it were my hands instead.
The sink sounds like it is pouring itself a glass of water.
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