Reposted by Wandering Metamorphosis

On the market day, the witch stopped by all the stalls.
"Have a care," she told the tinsmith. "You're getting fuzzy."
"What?"
"Do you ponder other paths you could have taken?"
"All the time."
"Shadows of other yous hang on you, making you indistinct. Don't lose the you you are. You're real."