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12.10.2021

“Autumn in the air; nostalgia,” -Sylvia Plath

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. 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.”

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april 8th, 10:33 pm took these in my favourite co-working space !! u kno i dont think i’ve actually posted photos of my mossery planner before huh ! i’m so excited for this week to be over and to finally be on break !! my geo ia is due tomorrow night so ! let’s stay strong for that !! stay safe everyone and remember to take healthy breaks when you’re working !! c: