“I took the steps down Angel´s Flight to Hill Street: a hundred and forty steps, with tight fists, frightened of no man, but scared of the Third Street Tunnel, scared to walk through it – claustrophobia. Scared of high places too, and of blood, and earthquakes; otherwise, quite fearless, excepting death, except the fear I´ll scream in a crowd, except the fear of appendicitis, except the fear of heart trouble, even that, sitting in his room holding the clock and pressing his jugular vein, counting out his heartbeats, listening to the weird purr and whirr of his stomach. Otherwise, quite fearless.”
FANTE, John. Ask the dust
I ain´t fearless. All full of them, and everyday, a visit. But it´s a journey. Do you mind if I choose your path?