Imagine visiting an ice creamery with 195 different flavours. Looking across the counter, your mind conjures up vivid taste-bud imagery: the sweet tang of sour apple, the velvety texture of mango cream, the bubble-gum fruitiness of rainbow swirl… they all tantalise you in their own unique way.
Okay, time to decide. May I please have the… umm… umm… You stand there, paralyzed by indecision. But why? This is your moment, anything you want, the world is your oyster. Or at least the ice creamery is your oyster. It has opened up, allowed you in, given you free reign, and now… nothing. You sad, sad, connoisseur of ice cream. You’re a mess.