“The fear that I may start screaming… the fear that I might betray myself and tell everything I dread, and the fear that I might not be able to say anything, because everything is unsayable…” ~R. M. Rilke
The crammed little bar sizzled with so much energy that it began to unsettle him. He wondered why he ever said he would meet his friends here.
His friends were late, and Ted’s brain started running on the hyperactive groove that, once out of control, often left him terrified and unsettled.
