Miller grew up in New Hampshire, skiing on carapaces of ice cut through the forests.
In the “running movie” of our everyday life, says Koch, there is a kind of director’s cut that is “missing” some 60 to 90 minutes of footage every day, through vision lost to blinks or the eye movements called saccades. According to Cutting, director John Huston believed that “a cut is a surrogate for the real-world combination of saccade and blink.” But the brain fuses these quick cuts together into a seamless whole.
Without police support, I opted to file a civil protection order in family court. I posted a photograph of my stalker at my office’s front desk. When the local sheriff’s department failed to serve him court papers, I paid $100 for a private investigator to get the job done. It took me five visits to court, waiting for my case to be called up while sitting quietly across the aisle from him in the gallery as dozens of other local citizens told a domestic violence judge about the boyfriends and fathers and ex-wives who had threatened and abused them. These people were seeking protection from crowbar-wielding exes and gun-flashing acquaintances—more real crimes the justice system had failed to prosecute. By the time the judge finally called up my protection order for review, I had missed a half-dozen days of work pursuing the case. I was lucky to have a full-time job and an understanding boss—even if he didn’t understand the threats on the same level I did. And because my case was filed under new anti-stalking protections—protections designed for cases like mine, in which I was harassed by someone I didn’t have a personal relationship with—I was lucky to get a court-appointed lawyer, too. Most victims don’t.