Comments on this video never change. I revisit them like old friends. Light of the screen in my eyes is shooting right into the centerpoint of a headache. I blink back stars. The right arm tingles. Imagine moving it. The kind of thought that would make a limb float or a finger twitch, but now I am a statue, so I can only picture it. Imagine standing, brushing yourself off. Observing the imprint on the suede. Turning off that alarm. It's trying to tell you something. The only messages getting to you come in through a pixelated screen.