Claustrophobic

 

Truly Hellish

CLAUSTROPHOBIA + *TRYPOPHOBIA

Being locked into a sarcophagus exactly your size and shape with absolutely zero freedom of movement.  Not to mention resembling:  #1. sinister living kernels hiding in tight little burrows;  #2. ripe pimples ready to pop.  To say this wall gives me the willies is a massive understatement.  Who could possibly have thought this would be a clever, pleasant little display?

*Trypophobia:  Fear of small holes, especially when numerous and grouped together.  Here is a typical example of such hole-ly surfaces, courtesy of the internet:

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My "Phone Doodles"

have finally revealed themselves to be what they always have been in truth... maps of Hell!

All that time I spent absently graffito-ing mazes -- and even mentally constructing them in my imagination -- I was actually recreating sections of the one maze you can never escape.  No need for a Minotaur;  you'll just be wandering its claustrophobic corridors forever, eternally thwarted at every turn.

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