You want to move your body. The electric signals traipse down your spine to the right muscles, jolting them into sluggish action. Far off in the distance, something happens, a man gets shot. An eternity after that, you find out. The photons reach your eyes, they are translated, distorted, flipped, until you see what happened. By that time, it has already happened and something else is happening. You don’t know what. Your leg finally starts to move. You actually don’t have time to think about it, but you know you are living in the past. You can never be now.