“Do you ever see it–the way things move?
Things that shouldn’t move?
The reflection in the glass–window, mirror, screen?
The shadow in the corner?
That picture on the wall?
That…something…behind you when you’re standing somewhere?
And you look, and it’s stopped, frozen–as it should be–
But you can’t help the rabbity feeling in your chest
That feeling that if you’d been just a little faster…
You’d have caught what moved–
And you’re not sure you want to?”