Welcome to episode 8: A Stitch in Spacetime, where we search marginal picture space (all but the apparent focus) for evidence of alien visitation.
The camera crew is dispatched to the Bowery. Their cover assignment: to document the area's metamorphosis from alcoholic hell to international playboy destination. Their real assignment: to collect 72 hours of footage in the most innocuous way possible at a site -- where the earth still fumes with tormented spirits -- considered a soft spot in the membrane between this and other worlds.
The crew blends into the background as the camera rolls, sleeping in shifts head to toe on the sidewalk, warmed by nothing but a sheet of cardboard, fortified wine, and each other's onion breath. That is, in pretty much the same shape I first found them on a visit to Bulgaria a few years ago.
The climax of the episode is the left side of the split image above, captured shortly after dawn just as I snatched the camera from the jittery crew, about to sell it to a cab driver for $20.
Note the intense visage burning across the bottom of the left side, enlarged on the right. I've seen that look before; it fronts either (1) a human mind howling through space, fleeing worms big as whales, carnivorous blankets, and merciless, ululating armies of children, or (2) some alien mind that finds life on earth just as strange and frightening.
Oddly, the next few minutes of tape are filled with milky white light and what sounds like bubbles bursting on a carbonated lake.