You know that feeling when you know things are about to change, when you can feel the inkling sensation of a needle penetrating your outer skin, the cusp of an arrow as it pierces the steel helmet, seconds before carving a tunnel through cerebellum, cranium. That moment before you hit the breaks but you know you’re screwed, your rates will go up, a rental you’ll ride for a while, and if you’re lucky your medical bill won’t suck you dry, that is if you survive the wooden beam your windshield will shatter into, yes that moment where it seems everything freezes, do you know it? It doesn’t have to be a bad one, I mean it’s just so much more poetic to think of death and misery, there can be good. I mean that moment where things turn good, is there a word for it?