I can't seem to get out of the way quick enough. When I see something coming
towards me, I am lost, dazzled, as it were, by the chrome glinting off in
patterns, the figure in the car: all these things paint themselves upon
my retina and I simply stare, and I continue looking until I remember that
my body isn't moving. My body's just standing there. It's amazing how much
I used to do without thinking. Everything now requires so much thinking,
so much reacting.
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