Follow them
They'll walk us through my irrational fears, which is no small task, so they deserve names that are dignified. Then again, they are quiet, humble little bugs, with paper-thin wings, so nothing too grandiose would fit.
Let's call them Tilly and Bo.
Now follow them. They'll lead you through this exhibition, where you will find, in no particular order nor great degree of sense, the phenomena listed below:
Fear of moths and butterflies. The bigger, the worse. It can extend to other bugs if they suddenly decide to fly (rude).
Megalophobia.
Horror vacuui.
Stendhal's Syndrome.
Trypophobia, but very mild and random. Certain patterns of holes repulse me, others soothe me.
I don't even know what this is, but there are some specific flowers and buddings that disgust me in a way I can't even mask.
Eventually may contain past instances of terrified obsessions that came and went and I can't quite explain.
The purpose is simple: to make me a little bit more functional, a little less frozen/running amok/unconcious without a warning (specially during spring), and crucially, allow me to walk into museums, churches and old buildings in general without causing a scene.
Art by Cécile Berrubé.






















