When traveling there is a forceful inclination to confront one’s fears more often than we might otherwise be afforded. Thus far, this has proved as a means of insight and improvement. Being forced to grapple with what makes me uncomfortable, allowing overcoming, and as a result being better. What is life without constant improvement? I wouldn’t like to know. But there is this one fear that I can’t come to terms with. It illuminates itself at random, and its seeming non-threatening nature perplexes me.