Very interesting responses.
I catch myself in a "suspension of disbelief" moment, almost hypnotized or entranced in some cases of movies, music, paintings, etc.
It happened for me with Tolkien's books all throughout childhood by the way.
For example, I could take one part of the picture and ruminate over it for some time- the air-walking, ice-skates-wearing rodent in the top right corner, who may or may not be holding onto his crotch for some strange reason.
Man, I've got a headache.
Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?