In far less interesting times than these, the annual tête-à-tête between the sun king and our dark lord had a tendency to turn the tables. Happening now in the revolutionary portion of the zodiac, the annual meeting of Pluto and the sun generates a mighty force that ripples new truths through ageing power circuits, blowing all manner of fuses and wiring crossed by design.

It is all well and good to bang on about transformation as though the word itself is a spell that makes it so. It is true too that eclipse season is dredging some major stuff from the bottom of even our prettiest ponds. And yes, this is by design so that our brave new world is not cluttered or destroyed by our same old shit. But some days our personal revolution is a lonely planet.