Zitgeist

“Vacuuos exercet aera morsus.”
Ovid, Met., VII, 788-789


This morning,
getting ready to shave, I
noticed another pimple starting on my
nose.

I’d felt it
moments before, in the shower (the
usual uh-oh), but I thought
little

of it
until I looked into that small
angry, unblinking eye (I.)
Then

I felt
sad, yet resigned: yes.
Resigned, and a little sad, is what
I felt.

If anything
else happens to me, I will write,
tell you my feelings about it, all the
details.

But
you must understand that that
will be how I will be feeling then,
about that.

Now, I’m
feeling a little sad,
and a little resigned,
about this.

Yes.