COSMIC HOROSCOPES

Excerpt: "...here’s the crux of this exchange—when does instinct to go your way become self-centred arrogance? When does bluntness become self-sabotage? Because it's obvious to all but you now. And when exactly did you start confusing your need to be unencumbered with a fear of letting yourself be truly seen?..."

Excerpt: "...You don’t need astrology to tell you that things are shifting. The body knows it already—the way your appetite changes without warning, the dreams that break through your composure, the tension in your shoulders that won’t leave, even when you stretch or soak or self-soothe. As much as you would like, this lunation won’t deliver straightforward revelations or a neat spiritual catharsis. It'll press you with a choice. Something is ending, and...."

Excerpt: "...here’s the catch: Clever talk is cheap in an age where ever the robots are spitting out semi-intelligent sound bites. While you can usually finesse both sides of any debate, this lunation doesn’t want finesse. It wants follow-through. You can’t keep throwing clever ideas into the room like confetti and then ducking when someone asks, “So what are you actually doing about it?”..."

Excerpt: "...This is divine agitation—something whispering through the cracks in your mind, in your art, in your cravings and dreams, asking whether you are ready to stop performing devotion and start becoming dangerous. You can’t trust what you see right now, not in full. But you can trust what startles you..."

Excerpt: "...You know, this isn’t just about your life. It’s about your reign. You are watched. You are listened to. You are—whether you like it or not—regarded as the Sun, the spiritual leader around which others orbit. Your proclamations are sermons. Your doubts and insecurities, contagious. So when your beliefs collapse, they don’t fall away silently. They reverberate noisily in the annals of history. When you lie to yourself, others learn the rhythm. When you abdicate your voice to the polite academy of ideas, you instruct others to muzzle theirs...."

Excerpt: "...People are tired. That’s the quiet subtext of this Full Moon, and no doubt you are too. But the part that stings—the part that keeps you awake—is the sense that those around you aren’t grateful. That despite all your managing, your fixing, your “just one more clarification” before bed, they are leaving, or worse, disconnecting without saying so. Are they cruel? Or are they done dancing around the iron scaffold of your control?..."

Excerpt: "..Let’s not mince this: they’ve had enough. Not of your charm, not of your talent, not even of your peacemaking per se. They’re tired of the way you pretend to agree in the room and then hedge the moment a real choice is required. They’ve become weary of partnerships that mask the avoidance of friction. And they are no longer willing to...."

Excerpt: "..The dissonance between personal ethics and public contracts can no longer be smoothed over. The spouse, the boss, the client, the comrade, the supposed equal: they’ll make their move. And you’ll have to respond. Not react—respond. The stakes are too high now for phony performances. This is about integrity under the shrewdest surveillance. Will you betray your own principles just to keep the illusion of harmony? Or will you find a way to speak your revolution in a language they can’t misquote?..."

Excerpt: "..what’s the point of all your grand ideals if they’re not animating the thing you put your name on? Is your art still true, or just curated? Is your lover a co-conspirator, or just the latest person who hasn’t caught on yet? Are your children, literal or symbolic, learning from your joy—or ducking from your absence?..."

Excerpt: "...This lunation doesn’t ask for cordiality and pleasantries. It pounds you for proof of what you'll do in the face of action. It’s not just a matter of “home” or “family”—not some tidy psycho-spiritual nesting issue. This is deeper. This is about what you’ve inherited, enforced, and embodied as structure..."

Excerpt: "...what you’re discovering—perhaps uncomfortably—is that your most refined ideals, your most radical proposals, are only as true as your next interaction. How do you correct someone? How are you corrected? What assumptions do you still carry about being the smartest person in the room, and what do you do when someone not only disagrees, but does it under heat?.."

Excerpt: "...In bad faith, codependent relationships can become a silk rope, obligatory bonds tightening around your neck. You can feel the difference: one relaxes your jaw; the other makes you perform gratuitously while something inside you wants to shrink away and withdraw. Are you keeping the peace, or just agreeing to be sequestered, quietly exploited, harvested?..."

Excerpt: "...When you stop pouring energy into endless upkeep, you free the strength to act where it matters. When you allow the twelfth house to hold you—through rest, solitude, prayer, or art—you return to the sixth with sharper focus and steadier hands. The eclipse will strip out what no longer fits; your task is not to patch it back together but to let it go. As the dark gathers...."

Excerpt: "... Inside you, the same conflicting pressures play out: Do you keep overvaluing your love at the rate your inner critic demands, or at the rate that lets the community you care about actually thrive from having more of you around? Do you keep wanting your kids and partners to make you look good, or can you love them as they are, even if it messes up the picture? Do you keep tightening the controls just to feel safe, or can you loosen your grip, risk the chaos that awaits, and find yourself part of something bigger than you could ever script alone?...."

Excerpt: "..Yeah, you will interpret the pre-eclipse slump as failure if you hold to the premise that safety can be won through incessant bouts of neurotically immaculate maintenance. But this eclipse closes a chapter on that whole bargain. It shunts your bilateral attention, decisively—not divisively, towards the North Node in Pisces at the top of your chart, where your evolution cries out for greater visibility as a human, not the mental hyper-vigilant automaton; more attuned to vocation than to perpetual repair; a public voice steeped in compassion and breadth of understanding rather than the private meanness of pedantic, nit-picking regimens of control....."

Excerpt: "..Algorithms reward outrage over wisdom, and zeal becomes the currency of belonging. You could waste yourself trying to win the next argument, but the eclipse makes the trap obvious—no one wins a shouting match with a feed. You strengthen it by refusing to outsource conscience to the most persuasive headline. Curate your intake. Choose long form. Seek to engage with voices unlike your own. Let your philosophy....."

Excerpt: "...the nodal axis is prying you away from the second-house Virgo reflex to secure worth through ownership, possession, precision, control—and towards the eighth-house Pisces art of merging, regenerating, and letting the larger organism of life hold you when your grip loosens. Do you really need more proof that the old method—counting, polishing, defending—has been running you ragged, or is your body’s heavy exhale evidence enough?...."

Excerpt: "..You’ve built a formidable identity out of perfecting routines and repair jobs—fixing yourself before anyone else could find a fault, bandying your competence around like armour. But these eclipses don’t reward maintenance; they collapse what has become over-engineered. This one cuts power to the loop of self-sufficiency, not to punish you, but to free you. What comes next in your chart is not your belief in “I,” but the thrusting of your faith in “we.”..."

Excerpt: "...This is recalibration at the soul’s core. You have been trained by your own conscientiousness to believe that sacrifice equals virtue: if you perfect the routine backstage, if you do the unseen labour, if you carry the anxieties for the room upon your shoulder, then perhaps life will grant you a pass. But the twelfth house is a hall of mirrors; you keep tidying corridors that, like a maze, lead back to the same locked cell...."

Excerpt: "...That is the point of this eclipse season: to move you from maintaining moods and atmospheres to becoming a weather system in your own right, to transpose usefulness into devotion, to let the fifth house raise a standard that the eleventh can rally round rather than consume. Your future is not found by being more correct, more punctual, more servile and sterile; it’s reached by being more present and alive...."

Excerpt: "If you’ve been burying yourself in tasks to avoid the vulnerability of real self-expression, the tension peaks. You might oscillate between craving creative freedom and feeling you must “earn” it through unending toil or punishing routines. Uranus can spark abrupt job changes or health flare-ups, as if..."

Excerpt: "....During this eclipse, you may find your usual tricks don’t work: a lecture falls flat, the perfect timing to speak slips away, or nitpicking a detail shuts someone down. At first, it feels hollow, as if the eclipse strips away your usual take-down technique (over-explaining, correcting, holding back until perfect); you’ll feel exposed — like you don’t know how to act, like your old footing is gone. That emptiness you feel isn’t a failure; it’s the pause you need that lets a new way of responding grow in...."

Excerpt: "... you possess a racing mind and an eagerness to broadcast your discoveries, sometimes at the risk of overwhelming others. When you’re fired up, your words can cut like a blade or ignite hearts with blazing optimism. Depending on how you handle it, you..."

Excerpt: "...When the lights come back on after the eclipse, you won’t be standing on a new planet, you’ll be standing in your own home, which is better: your face will look like it did when you were small and free, and the people who can love that face without needing you to shrink it will still be in the room, maybe closer. The evolutionary arc is simple ..."

Excerpt: "...social groups, online cliques, communities, collective agendas—they’re not safe havens right now. They’re war zones dressed up as group chats. Watch for sabotage masquerading as solidarity. And with the Moon in your twelfth, the betrayal might not be obvious at first. It simmers. It haunts. It waits like a prowling poisoner in the night, stalling for the moment where light becomes eclipsed to do its dirty deeds where you least suspect."

Excerpt: It’s the ache of being needed but not seen. Or worse, of being seen only for your seemingly abundant resources—your calm, your stability, your taste—but not your rage, your dreams, your wishes and prayers. This eclipse dredges all that...."

Excerpt: "If you feel yourself spiralling during this eclipse window—and many Geminis will—try not to 'medicate' with more stimulation. Instead, consider what needs to be forgiven. Not in some lofty, woo-forsaken spiritual bypass kind of way, but in the real, gut-level understanding that carrying resentment and confusion is too heavy to take into your next chapter..."

know that this lunar eclipse opens the corridor. It is the loosening, the weeping, the wordless gesture before the restructure. Give yourself space. Don’t rush to understand what must first be felt. The Moon, though eclipsed, is not erased. She splutters for a moment, then returns. So will you. But different.

Excerpt: "...We spoke in the recent lunations about getting your story straight. There can be no misconceptions about your overall prowess when the world becomes fully transparent. You're either the real deal—through and through—or you can become a delusionally humiliated phony, a mere "pussycat" in the scheme of feline entities..."

Excerpt: "Your natural instinct is to fix, organise, correct. But not all pain is a mistake. Not all disorder is a flaw. By any means possible, this mysterious eclipse wants you to feel the undermining force of what cannot be tabulated, to sit with what cannot be resolved. Not forever. Just long enough to remember that being human is not a project—it’s a practice..."

Excerpt: "Absolute frankness, for example, may seem like a virtue. But under this influence, it risks becoming self-importance masquerading as authenticity. Entertaining shocking ideas or people—transgressives, outliers, the wounded, the weird—is not a problem. But treating it all like theatre can cost you the nuance that true intimacy requires...."

Excerpt: "...Yet you cling to your old addiction—service and calculated strategy towards the grandiose notion that you are here for society's improvement. You default to being the keeper of secrets, of forbidden lists, the covert fixer-agent, the executioner of all things untidy, the cosmic hitman whose talent for calculation is mistaken for strength. It isn’t. Not here. Not now..."

Excerpt: "...7 September drops a total lunar eclipse right into your fourth house—the damp, haunted basement of your chart, riddled with ancestral myths, rumoured folklore, and family secrets that rot in silence. If you’re hoping to keep those under wraps and preserve a squeaky-clean public image, forget it. Times are a-changing, and the answer is blowing in the winds of transparency. This has nothing to do with your inflated perception of status, either...."

Excerpt: "Whatever else you claim to master, language is not your mother tongue when it comes to matters of the soul. Partly it’s shyness, but mostly it’s your reliance on structure—laws, outlines, definitions—to keep the inner world tidy. Yet under this eclipsed Pisces Moon, words fail precisely where they once gave you order. The rational mind, long your trusted instrument, falters...."

Excerpt: "This eclipse will feel like a flooding basement, a misfit chord in your favourite symphony, or a shocking remark that lands you squarely in uncomfortable silence. However, these are the points where old props collapse, allowing something more integrated to emerge...."

Excerpt: "The world is changing formation, societies are crumbling, and cultures are disintegrating gradually. For Pisces, this is grating, even shocking, because your sensitivity is unshielded. You might find yourself in situations where frankness, even brutality, is not only tolerated but demanded, where shame is irrelevant, where things once hidden or denied are thrust brazenly into public view...."

Excerpt: " Who benefits from your labour? What patterns of competence amount to self-erasure? How much longer can you polish the halo before your body shuts down? Regulus may add the irony that you could be recognised precisely for the role that’s killing you. Do you take the crown, knowing it could be the trap? Or do you..."

Excerpt: "...Tenth-house Pluto may continue to erode the reputational structures you thought permanent, not through dramatic coups but through slow, irresistible corrosion: the politics behind the role, the subtle coercions of visibility, the way power has asked you to self-edit. The two quincunxes will not offer you neat synthesic solutions; they will force you to,,,"

Excerpt: "... pride may break faster than craft, revenge fantasies may sour faster than humility, and the throne may be a workbench that collapses if you showboat on it. If this becomes a change of address in any plane — literal home, family role, inner seat of power — the Virgo law will apply:.."

Excerpt: " This is a season where ideas, ideologies, customs and generational scripts will creak and some will snap, and you will be tempted to retreat into the usual techniques of finding exquisite syntax and perfect analysis the way some people return to drink. Don’t. The third house asks you to walk the neighbourhood and speak to humans, to write one paragraph that helps a real person today.."

Excerpt: "...What’s about to be seeded here is less flamboyance, more accountability, and you’ll feel the chill of that more acutely than most because what you own, what you earn, and what you count on for dignity is being weighed carefully, ounce-by-ounce, for all it's worth to you. Yeah, it comes down to that..."

Excerpt: " Perhaps you’ll try to stabilise the workflow by tightening processes and proofing the numbers, only to find that the sixth‑house erosion is now globally systemic rather than personally cosmetic, that your little “helpful” routines have been subsidising other people’s chaos, and that the eighth‑house undertow screws you for a confession as to your abject obsolescence: where did you give power away for approval..."

Excerpt: "..Recognition may arrive at the same time as intense public scrutiny; a promotion may carry a critical cost; a tender obligation at home could intersect badly with a partner’s wound. There’s help too: Venus forms a line to Uranus that can bring an inventive breakthrough, a strange ally, or a career detour that incidentally becomes the right road forward..."

Excerpt: ".So here’s the uncomfortable truth you already feel in your ribs: the future you’ve been meticulously curating cannot be defended by better curation. It will be tested by grief, by revelation, by the slow rust of power at home and the fast switchblade of disruption in shared spaces. Community is under deconstruction..."

Excerpt: "You are known, perhaps even relied upon, for being the one who can make sense of chaos, who can set standards in a room where others bluff, who can deliver results with acumen, style and precision. People trust your competence, your worldly knowledge because it lets them relax — you become the learned adult in the room, the one who doesn’t let the structure collapse. But that reputation comes with its shadow......"

Excerpt: "... this translates into a dramatic testing of your worldview: what you believe, how you teach, the way you mentor, publish, preach, or construct meaning. Perhaps there’s a moment of recognition here — an opportunity to be elevated for your work, your ideas, your teaching — but equally, a test of whether your intellectual or moral authority holds when it is subject to scrutiny."

Excerpt: "You think you’ve kept the eighth house vault sterile and orderly, but Gemini Uranus finds a way to scramble the entire information field. Even the most tightly-held secrets slip, entire narratives collapse, sexual pleasure demands reinvention, and intimacy no longer abides by your stupid rulebook...."

Excerpt: "...it may be you who is crowned or guillotined in matters of relationship. Perhaps you find yourself given more authority or visibility in a partnership — trusted, handed the reins, even put on a pedestal — but equally, the clause of reversal looms: any arrogance, resentment, or quiet hunger for revenge in your bonds may set you up for downfall..."

Excerpt: "... the Moon in Aquarius names the futility of protecting forms that no longer serve function. And so you’re forced to choose—not between good and bad, but between staying flawless in a story that’s expired, or becoming real in a world that now requires your flexibility more than your predictability..."

Excerpt: "...The friendships that don’t survive this period were never really friendships. The partner who cannot hold your ambivalence without turning it into an accusation was never really hearing you. The versions of yourself you’ve had to keep alive to be loveable are now being euthanised, not because you failed, but because they did their job—and their job is over..."

Excerpt: "...You may find yourself in the centre of a confrontation you didn’t intend to start, accused of defending a view you were only exploring, or being seen as a provocateur when you were trying to locate shared language...."

Excerpt: ".. It's not that you’re renouncing community—you’re just ending the version of that which you find consumes you most— drawing straight lines, stopping leaks and choosing to share from surplus, not fear. And no, you’re not “going hard” either—by refusing to let softness be weaponised against you you're honouring your calling....."

Excerpt: "... If your partnerships have been built around you being adored or needed, this is when the dependency cracks open into resentment. You may feel betrayed by people you trusted to stay on script—but the script wasn’t written with their full consent, was it?

Excerpt: "... the usual workarounds fail to satisfy, the emotional cost of perfect compliance becomes measurable in real time, and even the idea of self‑control starts to look like a story you’ve told yourself to avoid more destabilising truths. It isn’t that your standards are too high; it’s that some of them are protecting you from reckoning with how much you hate being seen when not in command...."

Excerpt: "And this has nothing to do with whether you’re being “too much” or “not enough.” That’s irrelevant now. What’s collapsing is the structure that makes you ask those questions. The calibration reflex. The internal algorithm that scans for social atmosphere, detects imbalance, and reshapes you accordingly. That code doesn’t run anymore. The system you’ve built yourself around is being turned inside out....."

Excerpt: "There may be a sense of emotional dissonance, as the detached and intellectual Aquarian Moon struggles to reconcile with the more passionate and authoritative Leo energies driving your ambitions. This creates a psychological push-pull, where you might question whether the sacrifices you make for public success are worth the emotional toll they exact on your private life. This is where your..."

Excerpt: " ..Tragically, the disillusionment isn’t that these people lied—it’s that you mistook their language for structure, when it was merely the scaffolding to a system that held together space for a 'reality'. Now the scaffolding is rusted. And you’re left wondering whether the 'true stories' you built on top of it can survive without crumbling into fable..."

Excerpt: "...any half-truth, any ambiguity, any “but I thought we had an understanding” gets shattered. You need clarity. You need leverage. And if someone can’t meet you there, they’re dead weight. This includes bosses, lovers, co-parents, anyone who’s been living off your infrastructure without paying rent—in any form...."

Excerpt: "...you’re starting to see the cracks. Not so much because you’re failing, but because the system you're trying to function under is under serious disrepair... And yet, somehow, the people around you are asking why you’re so absent, why you won’t “open up,” why you seem so distant when ..."

Excerpt: "You don’t need to abandon love. You don’t need to become cruel. But you do need to stop offering what has already emptied you. If that means disappointing someone who believes in your never-ending patience, your inexhaustible submissiveness, so be it...."

Excerpt: "...old perverted secrets, layers of trans‑generational shame, the shapeless dread of being exposed that pushes you to over‑perform acts of heroic altruism in daylight. The god of the dead opposing this New Moon seeks to expose, excoriate and renew, cynically eyeing off every bright intention to serve and be of service for hairline cracks in integrity..."

Excerpt: "Integrity, not control, is the price Pluto demands. Genuine warmth—not manipulative charm—must be the counterbalance you seek from everyone to anchor your every genuine interaction. If your brilliance is rooted merely in silent backroom power-plays, Pluto will ruthlessly expose every hidden strategy, turning relationships into open warfare and revolt......."

Excerpt: "You're really looking at your own inadequacies there, because in some sense you could not be master of your domain. And yet, in these difficult, confounding times, if you cannot extend magnanimity to the parts of yourself that still crave real, groundrumbling applause—something to nourish that unfed inner child—you may end up stomping down, policing that hunger in everyone else—and then left wondering why the room is ready to revolt...."

Excerpt: "...this New Moon asks whether intellectual swagger alone can sustain your sense of self—or whether it's time to admit vulnerability, ignorance, or even forgiveness, especially toward your own past naiveties. Could embracing what you don't yet understand turn your rigid philosophy into something fluid, alive, and truly formidable? You can easily project confidence, but the real test now is simpler, deeper, and tougher: Listen to the echoes reverberating from the back of the auditorium. Does what you're preaching actually ring true?."

Excerpt: "You may finally be realising that ambition isn’t merely a vanity project—it’s an existential imperative. With Leo ruling your tenth, the urge to be exceptional, visible, unmistakably significant, is relentless. The horror isn’t failing; it’s mediocrity, anonymity, becoming just another forgettable face. But here’s the catch: is the empire you’re building genuinely lit from your core, or just a façade designed to intimidate or impress?..."

Excerpt: "Would you admit that you sometimes choose company for optics, or that applause from a crowd of half‑strangers can feel more nourishing than a single honest conversation? The blackout of this New Moon might expose such motives. What happens if the image collapses? What if people see not the slick, masterful networker but the restless sovereign behind the cheshire smile, scanning the room for reflections polished enough to match an inner hunger for status?..."

Excerpt: "...what if the power you once held wasn’t fully honest, or was misused to manipulate others into needing you to be of service to them? Could this explain why you now instinctively hide behind false modesty or efficiency, afraid to truly step forward again? This New Moon offers a chance to reset your relationship with power and visibility—not as a slave to some imaginary master who demands perfection—but a chance to build a more authentic, transparent sense of pride..."

Excerpt: "This lunation may starkly reveal how much of your bravado is a well-rehearsed performance, a self-defensive habit to protect your vulnerable narcisism, and how much reflects your truly authentic creative radiance. Are you ready to retire the old clown costume that perhaps flatters yet restricts? Could you dare step into the spotlight unrehearsed, trusting your presence alone to resonate more powerfully than any act you’ve perfected?..."

Excerpt: "You have the innate ability to attract resources and command respect through your material prowess. However, Leo's presence here means your self-esteem is closely tied to how others perceive your financial status. The New Moon exposes this vulnerability, challenging you to..."

Excerpt: "...denial, deflection, projection all expose your inablity to own that many of ther compulsions possess you from beneath the grave. If you cling to a pet doctrine to boost your pride, he might flip the script and expose it as borrowed power. Or stolen or somehow cajoled to bully your narrative where it simply is not longer valid or rings true. Do you wield grand theories to avoid owning your personal story? Might your righteous crusade be fuelled by the very shame you thought you’d escaped?...."

Excerpt: "Pluto, master of revelation, could weaponise denial, betraying your hidden truths to influential figures—mentors, lovers, employers. Yet this threat could also become transformative if you proactively claim those truths..."

Excerpt: "Whether you spend these dark moments clinging desperately to old stage-props and scripts designed by collective expectations or boldly daring to rewrite your own story is negotiated moment by moment, sensed deeply within your nervous system. The fifth house is where your inner Sun tests its wattage, resetting your internal circuitry..."

Excerpt: "...You might notice long‑standing allies staring back at you like living mirrors of your most serious, mature-acting selves, quietly asking whether the current version of you can still pay the dues, perform as good as you might have when you first earned entry into this circle years ago...."

The duty to appoint and meet schedules conflicts with the urge to retreat and engage in soul retrieval; both claim urgency, and neither provides simple, hard-copy confirmation. You may find yourself up, rinsing dishes at 2 a.m. while processing a decades‑old disappointment that has finally acquired words, or at least thoughts.

Excerpt: "...it feels as if every external drama mirrors an internal negotiation about your identity itself. Are you the caretaker who softens others’ dread, or the stoic who cracks the crisis with practised efficiency? The right answer is cruelly simple: both, but in sequence, not simultaneously. First soothe the mammal instincts—sleep, salt, water, touch—then ..."

Excerpt: "By the wee small hours the lunar light condenses into an almost tactile pressure in the solar plexus. It is exhaustion that tastes of iron: the fatigue of shouldering duties that were, in truth, inherited debts masquerading as virtues. The wisdom here is brutal and simple..."

Excerpt: "....lighting the corner of your chart that governs preprogrammed thought loops, neighbourly ties, and the sibling interwebs that teach and beseech you how to speak (and hear) hardcore reality aloud. For Scorpios, this is by no means a dreamy lunation; it is granite-hard thinking and engaging in those tough conversations under stadium-intensity flood‑lighting. Someone sensitive to truth needs to prepare for that ultimate 'reality-check' slap across the face...."

Excerpt: "...this axis is anything but symmetrical. Home turf in Capricorn rarely pampers and spoils; it measures meanly and holds to account every whim and fancy. Early scripts of approval or discipline still echo in the hallway. At this Full Moon responsibilities feel like hereditary debts—unpaid bills, unfulfilled promises, guilt, even property lines you never asked for. The result is a brittle kind of pride: you may want the career façade immaculate because the cellar runs cold. Yet the lunation refuses..."

Excerpt: "...the very friction that threatens to choke delight can compress it into a rarer element. Capricorn moons reward virtuosity through discipline. Children (literal or metaphorical) will test safe boundaries, challenge creative projects, demanding a viable timeline, even casual flirtations query their long‑term viability. If you refuse those shrewd interrogations, joy hardens into guilt..."

Excerpt: "There's a metaphorical scalpel hovering over an old emotional balance sheet. Family is almost certainly involved, perhaps even ancestral stuff. Or perhaps it's literal; connected to finances. Earnings tied to yesterday’s competence may today feel anaemic; obligations signed in another life, a past arrangement still devours your psychoemotional bandwidth. Mars supplies the adrenaline to amputate waste, yet the South Node drags in ghost contracts inked with nostalgia. ..."