When I was 16 I was involved in a car crash. I went through an intersection and T-boned another car. Nearly 30 yrs later I can still remember distinctly the quite, gentle sound of glass breaking and I remember watching a shard of glass floating through the air in front of my face. It seemed to take forever to pass by. There was no other sound. Just a slight tinkling as this bit of glass floated by in slow motion. Then with a bang I landed in the passenger seat and the world slammed back to normal speed.
Since then I have wondered if our last moments dont stretch out into eternity.
The same thing happened when I dropped my favorite bong in college.
I still get a tear in my eye when I revisit those sights of it very slowly shattering on the floor.
I can still hear my voice deepen as its it slows while yelling: "NOOOooo
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