Nematode Sticker
I have a nematode sticker yet I cannot decide where to stick it.
I am stuck in a purgatory of decision paralysis, nay, decision stroke. The years of my life flash before my eyes: will I come to regret the placement of this particular c.elegans or will it bring me joy for decades to come?
I do not know, and until I do not know I remain under the water or indecision. The sticker becomes a metaphor for other decisions in my life until the sticker is my life.
Where do I put this sticker? Where I ask the nematode gods, and they do not reply because they are laughing at me, from their root-not abodes up above, like the helenic gods that once played with Hector's life at ileum, they play with my mind - and yet only fate shall decide what shall come of this adhesive representation of a simple worm.