From ecda49e0b20ad3bd52449356dccf2f8095ecfb70 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 21:49:45 -0700
Subject: 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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 epigraph.txt | 33 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 33 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 epigraph.txt

(limited to 'epigraph.txt')

diff --git a/epigraph.txt b/epigraph.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..264bea6
--- /dev/null
+++ b/epigraph.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,33 @@
+---
+title: epigraph
+id: epigraph
+genre: prose
+
+epigraph:
+    attrib: Sylvia Plath
+
+project:
+    title: Elegies for alternate selves
+    class: elegies
+    order: 1
+    next:
+      title: How to read this
+      link: howtoreadthis
+    prev:
+      title: Death's Trumpet
+      link: deathstrumpet
+...
+
+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][] and 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.
+
+[other lovers]: spittle.html
+[death]: deathstrumpet.html
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