Hi, I have been trying for days to to remember a story, a short story I think. Here is what I recall: This is about a man, I think, who is somehow subjected to a changing rate to time passage. His view continues to speed up until day and night changes so fast it is like a strobe. From the view of the man he is seen to be moving more slowly and the story ends with the narrator saying that even now his hand is moving up. I hope this rings a bell. And Thanks!