The images you see are mundane, normal, but become strange and sinister when anxiety hits. The fan is whirring above, impossibly fast, like a helicopter blade. The running of water seems odd as well. It’s rusty, the stream is thin. It promise relief from thirst. The last image is of a pair of scissors. The focus is on the blade, the area around is blurred, faded. Anxiety starts to focus on a way out, a relief from the itching energy. Notice however the scissors are not being held. They are inanimate, powerless. Despite the temptation of the blade, we can choose to see scissors as just scissors, and not a weapon.