The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two — is gone.
You Shouldn’t Listen To Any Horoscopes This Week.
The first thing I did was wise; the second thing I did was a mistake. Are you inside my head yet?
In the wake of both cases my brain believes that my life has been plunged into some kind of astrological tailspin. Not to mention the fact that I sometimes wonder if I haven’t been cursed by a Dutch warlock whom I met last year before leaving for South America.
Now the third horoscope completes the year-long cycle, telling me that I shouldn’t listen to horoscopes any more.
Should I ignore the third horoscope?