Sometimes, when there’s been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over. Action slows to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills and eternity. Little things – a cricket on a stem, the veined branches of a leaf – are magnified, brought from the background in achingly clear focus. (108)
— Mar 14, 2026 09:59AM
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