Colorful Ferris Wheel shot from the bottom against a cloudy sky.

George Ferris Built a Wheel Inside My Amygdala

This is the panic: dread tunneling through your pores until it reaches your stomach and floats there like oil atop the Gulf of Mexico, a flush of your sweat glands followed by an obsessive thought process—that slow-moving Ferris wheel that tumbles into self-reassurances, then denial.