The Anxiety of Receiving a Nice Compliment

I couldn't shake the sense that I was about to be involved in an incident because it's all glass on a sunny day. If you switch the aircott off, it's just like a rotisserie sort of like cooker for whole groups of people could just go in there. We want a nightmarish way to go to see it. Gator's like slowly, slowly cooked in a tourist drawer while people sort of look at you. There's such a through line here for me with you in this stuff and the flying and the ematophobia. Like this is all it's all the same. Fear of what you can't control. It's like an anxiety disorder. Any