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authorCase Duckworth2015-03-25 21:49:45 -0700
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Flatten directory structure
All content files (*.txt, *.html, *.river) are now in /.
I did this to simplify the compilation step, and to make
linking easier.  I'm still thinking about whether I should
move the contents of js/, img/, and lua/ into /, or into
an 'assets' folder of some sort.  We'll see.
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2title: epigraph
3id: epigraph
4genre: prose
5
6epigraph:
7 attrib: Sylvia Plath
8
9project:
10 title: Elegies for alternate selves
11 class: elegies
12 order: 1
13 next:
14 title: How to read this
15 link: howtoreadthis
16 prev:
17 title: Death's Trumpet
18 link: deathstrumpet
19...
20
21I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
22From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.
23One fig was a husband and a happy home and children,
24and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor,
25and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor,
26and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America,
27and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of [other lovers][] and queer names and offbeat professions,
28and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
29I 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.
30I 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.
31
32[other lovers]: spittle.html
33[death]: deathstrumpet.html