I’ve struggled with this chapter. Naren, my friend and colleague, encapsulates well what I mean.

I am hesitant. I am afraid. I am wary. I am suspicious. I am not entirely sure of the object of my fears, suspicions, wariness, and hesitancy. I am not sure why it is that these conditions afflict me. But they are there, willing me not to write. So great is their force that sometimes I liken finishing this piece to a giant exorcism.