Sunk cost fallacy in bloom.

Nature at Dawn (1936) by Max Ernst

Someone planted a dirty seed inside my head. I laughed at their clumsy efforts, then went home to bed and dreamt of rivers full of lost children, floating like corks downstream but never sinking. The next morning, each raindrop felt like a miracle sliding down my throat. I didn’t overthink it.

Days later, I could feel vi…

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