[This text is accompanied by a drawing showing the author at night, surrounding by his doubts as demons.]
“You know how all of your worst fears and anxieties always visit you at 3 a.m.?
“This is one hell of a 3 a.m.
“Without a clear idea of my surroundings, my demons nuzzle close. Gone is the dashing traveler. I’m just an irresponsible fool charging a windmill for the vanity of a book.
“Failure. Fool.
“Too stupid to live.
“Charlatan.
“Piece of shit.
“Asshole.”
