In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"It all happened so fast, yet it all happened so slow. The front end of the car hit first. The hood began to fold like an accordion, one wrinkle at a time. I was able to see the scratch on the very front of the hood that I had made when sitting to look out over a sunset the same summer. I saw the small dent above the taillight that was made when I misjudged a turn at the grocery store. I saw it all, and it was slowly, yet seemingly gracefully, flowing toward me."
The Angle: Vol. 2002:
3, Article 17.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2002/iss3/17