"I often wonder if I’ve always been prone to catastrophizing, or whether that’s something that I’ve developed over time, growing it slowly in my mind through tender care—like a potted plant receiving the right mixture of sunlight and water. I had begun to catalogue the number of times I had to circle back to my front door because I wasn’t sure if I’d locked it, couldn’t help but wonder if I’d left the kitchen sink on or if the stove was still spitting gas into the apartment. I imagined scenarios where I came home to water overflowing in the sink, a biblical flood spilling out the front door and unwinding in the neighbor's yard."

-Benjamin Thorp, "Phantom Bite"