I think, then, sometimes, that I feel like I live my entire life under the spell of the Startle Reflex, that I am convinced I’m falling, always falling, that I am anything but fixed, permanent, or secure. Grabbing these things out of the air as I feel the fall come is me trying somehow to prove that no, I am not falling backwards, I am here, safe and stationary. I think I grab for these things to prove it, to say, I am here, and this was here with me. I am obsessed with stealing proof of my existence out of the ether.
-Matt Fraction