There is a hair sticking out of your cheek. Thinking nothing of it, you pull and pull, until you realize that it doesn’t stop. It continues to unravel more and more until you notice – something is wrong with your face. The blemish is now a glitch, an error that eludes reality. What is seen cannot be unseen, and everything starts to unravel around you. Nothing makes sense but you are repeatedly told, “Everything is fine. You are fine. This is fine. Fine. Fine…”