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“And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“Vi mi vida extendiendo sus ramas frente a mí como la higuera verde del cuento.

De la punta de cada rama, como si de un grueso higo morado se tratara, pendía un maravilloso futuro, señalado y rutilante. Un higo era un marido y un hogar feliz e hijos y otro higo era un famoso poeta, y otro higo era un brillante profesor, y otro higo era Europa y África y Sudamérica y otro higo era Constantino y Sócrates y Atila y un montón de otros amantes con nombres raros y profesionales poco usuales, y otro higo era una campeona de equipo olímpico de atletismo, y más allá y por encima de aquellos higos había muchos más higos que no podía identificar claramente.

Me vi a mí misma sentada en la bifurcación de ese árbol de higos, muriéndome de hambre sólo porque no podía decidir cuál de los higos escoger. Quería todos y cada uno de ellos, pero elegir uno significaba perder el resto, y, mientras yo estaba allí sentada, incapaz de decidirme, los higos empezaron a arrugarse y a tornarse negros y, uno por uno, cayeron al suelo, a mis pies.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“And when the Sadness catches up, tracks you down—when you return home one day, arms full of groceries, to find the Sadness sitting at the kitchen table, casually reading a paper as if it never left, eating a muffin as if this were all perfectly natural—when the Sadness looks up at you and says, “What did you think, buddy? What did you think was going to happen?”—when the Sadness smirks at you and says with a wry insistence that unravels you in an instant, “This is the real love story here, buddy, you and me”—when the Sadness reiterates that, sure, certain smaller sadnesses dull, but this Sadness, the Sadness, has seen you through it all; this Sadness, the Sadness, has never strayed from your side, not really, and why would you want it to now, this epitome of stability in an inconsistent world?—when that happens, you can put your groceries down and walk back out the door and close the door behind you.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory