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This web of time - the strands of
which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the
centuries - embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some
you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and in yet others both of us
exist. In this one, in which chance has favored me, you have come to my gate. In
another, you, crossing the garden, have found me dead. In yet another, I say these
very same words, but am an error, a phantom.
...…
He knew that my problem was to shout,
with my feeble voice, above the tumult of war, the name of the city called Albert,
and that I had no other course open to me than to kill someone of that name. He
does not know, for no one can, of my infinite penitence and sickness of the heart.
——The Garden of Forking Paths

Diposting pada 4 Desember 2023.

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