How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet… we manage to function… Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while?… How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?