It would seem as though I am spiritually invigorated by recycled sunlight and irony.

While Pluto is slithering backwards through the sky, I'm using the downtime to shed my own skin, for once. Exposing myself to abrasions and insecurities; rubbing my loose scales on jagged tree bark. Refinement through irritation. Deconstruction, reconstruction.

And, (maybe) I'm not running out of time, but out of patience.