When the Pluto-ruled Moon joins the Sun-Mercury conjunction, something dangerously unhinged occurs. The emotional underworld stops cooperating and starts issuing demands. You feel it in your bones before you can actually put words to it: something’s gonna turn nasty… there’s a drop in the barometric pressure of the soul, a psychic fissure splitting the hours wide open. The body knows something irreversible is being decided. A bad moon rising only negates, never negotiates....

Excerpt: "...The more you try to control the narrative, the more others tend to go radically off-script, often doing things that defy the natural flow of the affair. Even people you thought were predictable are now improvising like feral jazz musicians: leaving abruptly, arriving unannounced, confessing the strangest of things, exploding, dissociating. Contracts wobble under this Hades Moon, partnerships glitch, unexpected attractions or brutal break-ups crack open the carefully constructed façade. It's not that everyone's turned on you..."

Excerpt: "... from somewhere, deep within the cockles of your heart—the sub-sub-cockles—the real you steps outside, lights a cigarette, and watches this polished, impassioned creature holding court as if the universe appointed them its ordained messenger. And in that quiet, smoky distance, you can see it clearly: the preacher you rely on to make the dark, existential chaos more intelligible is just you, dressed suspiciously like an actor who's forgotten they're wearing a costume, putting on a show...."