You wouldn’t expect to see yourself in the live feed of a security camera, and yet there you are coming into the picture again. You look at your hands to assess the nature of reality. It escapes you. He’s dressed just like you, he doesn’t care that you are there. You keep wondering whether you’re a figment of their imagination. You wonder whose life is a lie. You wonder if lies have ever existed at all; perhaps they’re just coexisting realities. You look at your hand again, it’s not shaking. On the screen, you pop into the picture again. You’re waving at the security camera. Do you wave back? Will this interaction fold the universe onto itself? You check your watch, it’s four thirty-two pm again… you swear it was four thirty-two pm ten minutes ago. You decide to take a cigarette break, so you tell Chris to take over for a minute. As you step out of the room, you decide to visit the spot the camera is observing. Will you meet yourself? You start doubting what you’re certain to have seen with your own eyes. You reach the spot, nobody’s there. You look around to find where you might have just gone. You trace your steps back to try and find where you’ve come from… you realise Chris is probably watching you and wondering what the hell you’re doing instead of smoking your cigarette, so you wave at the camera. You look at your watch: it’s four thirty-two pm again.