They laid the world out before you in rows. Everything took up the same amount of space. A hotel in every country in the world. Sailboats and face creams. Well-fitting shoes. Medicine. Toys. A book of every photograph or poem made by a man you never met and who is now long dead. It was yours to choose. At first you chose by what delighted you. But as the delight and the things gathered dust, you began to choose by what gave you more choices and the will to shake off dust and move.