I felt singularly aroused, startled, fascinated. “How wild a hisory,” I said to myself, “is written within that bosom!” Then came a craving desire to keep the man in view - to know more of him. Hurriedly putting on an overcoat, and seizing my hat and cane, I made my way into the street, and pushed through the crowd in the direction which I had seen him take; for he had already disappeared. With some little difficulty I at lenght came within sight of him, approached, and followed him closely, yet cautiously, so as not to attract his attention.

Edgar Allan Poe “The Man of the Crowd”

I am afraid to be seen and even more to be caught. But my obsession is bigger then my fear and it drives me. These feelings scares me, because I don’t know with what it will end, what I will become? Will I become obsessed? What happens then when you overcame the boundary of other people, when you are not afraid from glares, opinion of others, not afraid at all?