“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell.”
The fig tree as a metaphor for my entire existence. Poetic, really. That paragraph changed the trajectory of my life. Nobody describes the feeling of paralyzing indecision and the desire to be everything everywhere all at once like Sylvia Plath does, i fear.
A fractured psyche, a fractured narrative. It felt a bit disjointed and disorienting while reading, but i get it.
