I spent forty-five minutes on Tuesday morning trying to decide if my sudden urge to delete my LinkedIn profile was a spiritual awakening or simply the result of a bad night’s sleep and an over-steeped cup of Earl Grey. It is, of course, Gemini season. The collective nervous system now resembles a fiber-optic cable being gnawed on by a feral cat. We are all living in a hallway of mirrors in a house that is currently being renovated by a crew that only speaks in riddles: it is structurally unsound, yet the lighting is fantastic for a selfie. Mercury is