Illustration: Liana Finck It was the week before the election in New York City, and the vibes were acrid. It hadn’t rained in 32 days. There was a fascist rally at Madison Square Garden mere weeks before Mariah Carey’s annual Christmas show. Everyone was acting more insane than usual and seemed to be ambiently mad at one another; even Zoë Kravitz and Channing Tatum folded under the pressure, abruptly breaking up. On the subway, a man told me unprompted that my shoes (normal boots) were