Excerpt: ".. You've built yourself a beautiful little enclosure there, and you've been sitting in it making art. Or making love. Or making pleasant conversation with someone whose company requires nothing of you except charm. Meanwhile, your eleventh house is on fire..."

Excerpt: "...running the same routine like a prayer wheel, praying that if the daily structure holds up, if everything rolls along hummingly, without hiccups, the rest of your life will hold with it. But homoestasis only works while everything's safely contained and nothing is on fire. And something in you is already burning..."

Excerpt: "...the defence you eventually reach for is ultimate combustion. You burn everything. The structures that serve you go to blazes alongside the ones that deserve to go up in smoke. The relationships that carry genuine sustenance alongside the arrangements that have been feeding on your compliance for years. The rage feels clean. It feels righteous..."