After recovering again from the post tikoy cooking dizzy spell, I noticed the book I was using as a mousepad, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, I flipped through the page where there were some text that I liked. Don't ask why I like it, my answer would be a whole different entry altogether.
"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."
2 comments:
i have that book. masyadong affecting, to the point that i considered throwing it away. hehehe.
pero seriously, i was disturbed by that book.
You're right. It is similar to Milan Kundera and Gabriel Garcia Marquez books.
Hindi ko naman naisip na itapon pero whenever someone borrows it, I feel that I have to assess the emotional stability of the person before lending it. Hahaha.
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