Her Campus at Vassar
It’s Okay If Some Of Your Figs Rot
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree…” The tragedy is that choosing one means letting the others rot.
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree…” The tragedy is that choosing one means letting the others rot.
“I saw my life branching out before me… From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked,” Sylvia Plath narrates in...