"I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to
death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would
choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing
all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and
go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
— Apr 02, 2026 12:24PM
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