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A feeling of claustrophobia rose in his throat, nearly choking him, like the sour taste of food long-since swallowed and forgotten. He stopped walking, halfway across Marconi Plaza, and the city snapped tight around him. Apartment towers glistened feverishly with the trapped energy of several million lives; the pedbelts and glider-paths sliced the airspace into hectic curves; offices repeated the same honeycomb pattern, like geometrical stuttering, as far as the eye could see.
[...] “You never felt that before?” she asked gently.
“I guess I did,” he answered. “I guess I’ve always felt that. I just never admitted it before. The frenzy—it’s always there, waiting. But I fight it down, hide it away.”
[...] “And then at night I lie in bed and a crevice opens in my heart, and the dread creeps out, a fog, engulfing me. Death, I suppose. Nothingness.” He stopped abruptly, ashamed of his passion.