Day 96 / 366
For the Brewery Art Walk over the weekend, my wife @danidodge created an installation that invited visitors to write their fears on scraps of wallpaper torn from the walls of her studio. Then they dropped their fears to the floor. On Sunday night, she gathered up all the fears - there were more than a thousand, by her estimation - and burned them. We didn't tally up how many people wrote which fears, but some trends were apparent.
No surprise - the most popular fear appeared to be some variation on “Donald Trump.” I'd noticed that early on. “He may not be leading everywhere, but he's leading here,” I kept telling people.
In second place was a familiar fear, dying without having accomplished enough. I sometimes suffer from that one myself. (At other times, I figure I’ll be happy if I simply manage not to screw things up too badly.)
After those two, a weird one kept popping up. Spiders. It's interesting. Many people focused on the abstract - dying unfulfilled. But an awful lot of others concentrated on the concrete - a creepy crawly that is almost certainly inside your house right now. Sleep well.