"Shall I dare to eat a peach?" -T.S. Eliot
Where am I? The Library.
What am I supposed to be doing? Writing a paper.
When is said paper due? Almost exactly 12 hours from now.
What distracted me? Indecision. Biebers can't decide if he''s even interested in Minority Girl 1, with whom he has made out with multiple times in only the last three days. Dante can't decide if he's inflexibly disgusted with the inhabitants of Hell, or if Paolo and Francesca are to be pitied instead of condemned. Somewhere in this same library, Kubrick can't decide if the misery of seemingly endless hours of homework can be reconciled with the hopes of a successful career. The entire college football can't decide whether or not Cam Newton is a scoundrel. I can't decide if throwing it deep into double coverage is ever a worthwhile risk, even down by seventeen late in the third quarter. And I'm sure somewhere in this city, Unitas can't decide if "(500) Days of Summer" is biographical.
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