The Wild Comet

You were never going to run with the pack, and honestly, the pack figured that out before you did. You think in originals — strange angles, uncomfortable questions, art or ideas that don't resemble anyone's template — and you produce them on your own schedule, in your own space, without asking permission. You are hard to fool, hard to flatter, and hard to recruit, which makes your rare loyalty mean something. When you do show up, you bring things nobody else could have made. The trade-off is the orbit itself: your allergy to structure means your gifts arrive erratically, and your bluntness plus your solitude can calcify into a story that you don't need anyone — which is armor, not truth. You don't have to join anything. But one or two people allowed inside the trajectory, and one deadline honored per season, turns a streak of light into a body of work.