So sometimes it happens - a feeling of anxiety does not leave for a second. Corrosive, black, gnawing, it squeezes under the skin, causing a desire to hide, hide, throw off this burden. It fuses with you, sticking its icy fingers right into the back of your head, and you feel how it sorts through them in your head, how it freezes your skull from the inside, and you can drink miraculous decoctions as much as you like or visit doctors - it will not let go of its prey voluntarily.

It loves reciprocity, loves to feel your emotions, your confusion and fear, yes, involuntary fear of the unknown. As...