Space-time collisions indeed.  Miniature black holes and other claims of certain scientists pale in comparison to the chronovampiric conquest of our cosmos by uncertain cine-molecular missives as evidenced in the self-reflexive fragment hovering above.

Quantum physicists, in all their pedestrian theories about the hypothetical Higgs Boson and its alleged time-traveling mischief, have nothing on neuroaesthetes currently cavorting within Weird Fiction’s ficto-quizzical milieu.

Cine-molecular sabotage is a rogue anomaly operating in our midst, seeking entrance to this and other realms—including prominently the panopticonscious lifeworld of the immediated real and, as always, the fleshy-minds of mammals.  Alternate universes open up in the inframince, like an obliterati’s escape mechanisms made momentarily visible or, at least, providing a perverse morsel of nourishment for those with a taste for  non-normative neural cuisine.

The selfish cine-molecule is so abhorrent to conventional wisdom that  rippling backward through time and there subjecting derivative audio-visual terrain  to most officious invasions from the future is a common occurrence!  The cine-molecule, a microscopic mental vampire, embeds itself in the fabric of reality, weaponizing space/time in a kinesthetic battle for hearts and minds.