by Tristan Richards NASA We do not text often, but sometimes, you ask me, Did you hear about the bank robbery? The shooting? The girl who disappeared? Your hand-me-down fear shows up in so many places that sometimes I forget it is not mine. My fear is more buzzing than distant, close enough to touch instead of living on the nightly news. This is not to say that my fear is not momentous enough to flash across a tv screen, but when you stare as hard as I do, eventually everythi