"Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

Make sure that planks won't slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

And yet all this comes down when the job's done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall"


Maybe that's why it hurts doubly, when the scaffold falls apart, despite its Assumed stability. To instill confidence and hope in another is a dangerous thing (how ludicrously obvious; how on earth did I believe I was an exception to this?).

I suppose I'm just disappointed.

Perfection, I should not seek.

I am disappointed.

This situation is absolutely vile.






Fuck

(!!!!!!)