en·tro·py (HIATUS)

         ❛ —-  clarice starling,       i’m with the fbi, sir.❜

       ❛ Right,     'course.   And   what's              this                                     about ? ❜

"I ain’t no student, sir… but I was wonderin’ if’n ya could ‘help me out?” He only had a high school diploma and he was doing pretty well getting money from his fights, but he’s been walking around the campus and talking to different professors, but none of them seemed interested in talking to him. He just wanted to find someone that didn’t know him, to give some kind of unbiased opinion. He didn’t know how this college thing worked, he just wanted advice. 

      He stops  rubbing  trying  to rub out         the migraine partying in his temples         and   lifts    his   head,    indifference         shining     blatant     in     his      eyes.

                 ❛ ——- i’d suggest sleep   but then i would be hypocritical.          i’ll get you some coffee, dr. macone. ❜

❝ and yet, here you are. surprised at it. what’s up with that. ❞

there’s history here, in this place, in this building. before new orleans, after scotland. more than she’d be willing to admit in one setting.

a grin.

❝ a walk down memory lane, actually. ❞

        ❛ And   yet,   here    you   are,              misinterpreting  my  sarcasm. ❜

         Closes the volume,  mindful             of its spine, and sets it straight             atop  his desk.  Looks like he'll             have  to have a  conversation.

       ❛ Did you want somethin' ? Or was             the   whole   plan   to   stand   there             pretending  that I  can't  distinguish             you   from   an   empty   doorway ? ❜

        ❛ Amazing. Stupidity has only been              gathering   steam   all    these    years.              Fuckin'                             astounding. ❜

         Nods to the  chronicle  of  American             civil disputes in his hands and takes a             deep breath.

                                                          Yes, that’s the key word,                                              the most awful word in the English tongue.