Interesting fact: this phenomenon tripled for me while I was sick… I’m guessing that, as a survival instinct, it intensifies the more vulnerable you are. There was a spotted panel in the ceiling right about my hospital bed, and there I saw countless faces and figures, all of them different every time I looked up.

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