Zen cured my earworm: there are still tunes
rattling around in the rafters, but they aren't
bothersome. Anxiety, too,
is just a normal emotion waxing
and waning. An anxiety
disorder is just giving too much importance to these
ebbs and flows. Is insomnia just
the fear of insomnia? Nothing in itself?
Why does prosaic mean dull? Where does my fear
of "flat" language come from? Why does bacon
sizzle in the pan?
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