Have you ever read Paul Auster’s City of Glass?
There’s a moment when a detective is waiting for his mark at a train station. He watches the man disembark a train, and gets up to follow him. However, the very next second, an identical man disembarks from the next carriage and leaves in the opposite direction.
The detective has no idea which man to follow, but he knows that choosing one will change the course of his story forever.
This is how I feel much of the time. Two completely equal and opposite thoughts arising at exactly the same moment. How do you know which one to express? What would my life be like if I had said the other instead?
That’s what this poem made me think about. Thank you! It was beautiful.