“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”
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”
Sylvia Plath.
