Lately time seems to be going by in a lethargic manner, making me feel a little uneasy. Driving, the cars on the highway seemed to be slugging by, red lights lasting days long. The street lights flicked on. I glance at them and a trail of thin bleached light would follow as I turn my head, vision acting as a slow shutter speed. People walking across the street with their feet crawling weakly, heals clutching the ground. I stare.