An extramarital affair is always a short-sided misplace of the future.
You trade something real for something that’s an illusion, and you hurt others in the process.
As Nassim Taleb has said – it’s close to what you were looking for – but it’s not the same thing.
How often we chase illusions, don’t we?
Wealth, and houses, and cars, and status – all losing meaning the instant we touch it.
In some ways it was the conventional clandestine affair in a place like San Bernardino, a place where little is bright or graceful, where it is routine to misplace the future and easy to start looking for it in bed.
-Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem