amazin' fruit, those jelly belly computer generated dancing pieces of caramelized sugar, that jiggle and wiggle between your fingers and your mouth, but sometimes, just sometimes, you want a twizzler instead. why oh why are choices made? where does the decision get processed? then the actual reality finally made real, and no longer a what if, but an is, and suddenly, it's a was, part of history, and you're left holding on, tight, to what came before, to what came after, it doesn't really matter. but, you know, it happens, it always does. always. except sometimes.