Consider: the avatars are only human when they remember to be, when you expect them to be. As the world changes and the sky watches and the sea gets bigger and the subway deeper people stop expecting the same things. And when the spider in the cutlery drawer greets you by name in the mornings and your mother insists your sister is an only child it's easy to forget little things like how fast a human should be able to run. Because when nightmares work at coffee shops who has the energy to care if the man in your dreams is made of eyes. You've got shit to do. You offer him eye drops.















