Janelle's knees buckled. She collapsed against the floor and a wave of unfeeling passed over her...then a wave of superfeeling. She concentrated on her hand, lifted it in front of her eyes with every bit of strength she had. She slowly spread her fingers, realizing that her hand was nothing. "I told you this sh… Read more

Janelle's knees buckled. She collapsed against the floor and a wave of unfeeling passed over her...then a wave of superfeeling. She concentrated on her hand, lifted it in front of her eyes with every bit of strength she had. She slowly spread her fingers, realizing that her hand was nothing. "I told you this shit wasn't gatorade," Dan said to her. That wasn't important though. The means are not important to the end, this end, which was a chemical-induced self realization. Dan lifted his camera and focused on Janelle, painting her with artifical light and captured 1/90th of a second in her life. Her life moved quickly, but stealing fractions of a second, one at a time, let her live.