stooping to folly

few things exist that trump being lied to; for the culitvated trust is not only extinguished on the side of the lied to, but therefore never truly existed on the side of the liar, which only exacerbates the bitterness.

and i saw
heard
smelled
it coming;
i felt it coming and still i cried like a little girl. but not for long.

never for very long.

the reasonable wait i mentioned two weeks ago, has expired.

devising a plan B? look elsewhere.

waiting for an apology is futile; focus on worthier pursuits. dum spiro spero implies anticipation, so...

to do:

• buy school supplies

• find roasted red peppers in a can

• relegate latin motto to bin

and one final thought from the waste land:

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.

-t.s. eliot