I fear not what comes tomorrow. The beasts of the day are enough. I fear not what comes a weak from today. The divination of futures is messy and worthless to me. I fear not what comes in a years time. I will be a different man then and my problems will have similarly evolved. No, I do not fear the future. I fear the past. These dreams that swirl behind my eyes. Tragedies from which I cannot look away. These things ensnare my heart in thorns of terror. These things which I can only escape at the bottom of a bottle. These are the things that I fear.