Cancer

Take your moody, hypersensitive little selves and cower in that crabshell. Midnight, All Hallow's Eve, would be a good time for you to be at home, alone, contemplating your infamous navel and pondering the immense weight of your destiny. As long as you're curling up into a ball and hiding from what evils you imagine lurk in the hearts of men, you might as well take this opportunity to sink into melancholy, too. Put some blues on the old turntable and putter around the house in your favourite slippers. Think about how no one understands the real you; use Neptunian energy to convince yourself that you don't even understand the real you.

Expect harrowing spiritual revelations. 120-proof rum plays role.

Recommended Costume:
turtle

Drawing by Anthony Goicolea

Cancer


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