The Glitch in the Gallery ​Thomas stood in front of his bathroom mirror, but he wasn't looking at his reflection. He was looking at the way the light hit the porcelain sink. There was a perfection to it—a mathematical precision in the caustic curves of the light—that felt less like physics and more like a high-end render.​It had started with the "seams." A week ago, Thomas had noticed a bird in the park fly behind a tree and never emerge from the other side. Yesterday, he’d watched a raindrop hang suspended in mid-air for a fraction of a second too long