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Richard Gwyn, from Sad Giraffe Café

The Road Not Taken

There was a fork in the track. I chose one of them, assuming the other to be the road not taken. After a few minutes I returned to the fork, chose the other one. It looked much the same as the first, though I knew that by taking it I was messing with fate. Within an hour or so, the road originally taken had become the road not taken, and I had to invent some kind of alternative destination for it. I decided that all outcomes are, to a large extent, the result of will. It was then that I realised I had lost my shadow.