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Twitch. Even the inanimate objects seem on edge. Twitch. The second hand at the bar seems jumpy, nervous even. Twitch. Anxious too. Tracking our movement through space and time. Twitch. At first it’s still, like the air that’s beginning to fill with cigarette smoke. It waits. Twitch. Building pressure until it can no longer shirk its duty and then lunges forward. Twitch. With so much excess kinetic energy that it shoots past the target forcing it to…twitch before it comes to rest again Twitch.