William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

When I was four years old I saw a vision in Forest Park, St. Louis. My brother was ahead of me with an air rifle. I was lagging behind and saw a little green reindeer about the size of a cat. Clear and precise in the late afternoon sunlight as if seen through a telescope.
Later, when I studied anthropology at Harvard, I learned that this was a totem animal vision and knew that I could never kill a deer. Later still, in the course of some film experiments with Antony Balch in London, I came to recognize the strange, still medium in which the green reindeer floats as a (comparatively) motionless subject projected in slow motion. Old photographer tricks.