It is a moment. A millionth of a second. Less than a breath. A spark. Not tangible. Not conscious. Not measurable. That erupts. Pulls everything apart. Forever. The millionths after. Turn into seconds. A heartbeat. A twitch. Internal combustion. Explosions. Fear. Loathing. Hate. In a millionth. Threads. Fate. Providence. Cut. Embellished. These many millionths. New eventualities. A road that forks. A hand that strangles. A woman that tortures.