wtf did i see in nevada at 3am and why did his shadow move on its own???

Ten years ago, back when I still thought the veil was thin if you just *looked* hard enough. Drove through Nevada at 3 AM, pulled over for coffee and a pack of smokes. This guy—tall, rail-thin, wrapped in a filthy trench coat—was hunched over the hood of a busted-up sedan, muttering to himself. Stre……