am afraid of old dark brown wooden halls, which seem to have no end. All along
the halls are old locked doors. I do not know what is behind the doors and I
am afraid to open them.
--Gregg, Male, Netherlands
-my own toys
-not getting pregnant
afraid of what I don't know and I like it I love my fears. They keep me alive
Mouchette, Female, Netherlands
--Ivo, Male, Netherlands
of myself. Losing my identity, or bettter: afraid to have no identity at all.
--The Somniloquy Institute, Female, The Netherlands