Synopsis: We are afraid of our own mortalities. We re afraid, at one time or another, of just about everything. We re afraid of hurt. We re afraid Daddy won t ever return after he closes the bedroom door. We re afraid of the spider on the wall, of the bear outside our tent, of our next-door neighbor, of the consequences of arriving to work late, that nobody loves us, the bills won t get paid, of our reputation at school. We fear the outcome of our predicaments, the resurfacing of undesirable situations thought well laid to rest, and we fear those nonexistent imaginings which play on all our otherwise sober comprehensions of the way the world around us works, like the monster in the closet that s now hiding under the bed. We even fear ourselves. Fear. ---Nicholas Grabowsky, from his introduction