If you have ever walked through fog, you know its discombobulating magic. Life feels otherworldly as your sense of direction is traded for instinct and you can only barely make out the next step in front of you. So too our emergence from Mercury's surreal retrograde, that scrambled us in order to force us out of our heads and into our true feelings.

If you are mainlining ripples of dreamy fluidity and drifting melancholia in the matrix, you are well tuned in to the music of the spheres. Last Sunday Mercury dived deep into Pisces where our winged messenger will remain submerged until early April. His long surrealist soujourn will include his first retrograde of this year, just a fortnight away.