For me, boviscopophobia is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.
I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.
Those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters, for without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves we collude with it through our apathy.
Writers tend to be addicted to houses ... We work at home, indulging the agoraphobia endemic to our kind. We are immersed in our surroundings to an almost morbid degree.