He often compared us to insanity. I could see it: make up, break up, make up, break up. Always said we (meaning I) would do the same thing expecting different results, the definition of insanity apparently.
There was a wasp in the office. No one bothered with it, probably too scared to upset it. I watched it, from my desk, climb up and down the window. It was futile. At the top was a spider web. Every time it reached the top, it would get trapped. It would then try to fly away, to flail away from the sticky trap. The wasp would break free, crash land onto the sill, and try all over again.
Stupid bug, you’re not going to get anywhere.
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