‘The id of California—the id of America—is strong in both of them.”
I found the opening paragraph of this article most interesting in the wording, given what we know of Saturn and the sign of Pisces. I’d never realized they felt so hostilely towards a constellation before:
“f you’re looking to the stars—and why wouldn’t you be?—you’ll know that Saturn has entered the sign of Pisces. It happened in early March: Shaggy old Saturn, god of constriction and mortality, lowered his iron haunches into the Piscean waters. He’ll be there until May 2025, an intractable lump in that wishy-washy element. Displacing it. Blocking it. Imposing his limits. Enough with the changeability, he says to dippy, fin-flashing Pisces. Enough with the half-assedness. Endless mutation is not possible. Now you’re going to face—and be stuck with—yourself.”
The entire article is couched in mystical and celestial language, but be warned, it is lurid with vulgarity (no surprise, I’m sure, to anyone familiar with either artist or their respective lyrics).