Zap-it!

I've been applying this foul smelling pimple cream which supposedly dries the (pimpled) area and plop! out goes the pimple. Well, my skin feels so dry I can't enthusiastically stretch it for fear of my face cracking. The pimple is still there, by the way.

A convoluted space, a parody of former selves, a sequence of pinning me down with words. I'm living in the abstract and failing to recognize the real.