Growing up in Montreal, musician Rufus Wainwright was steeped in the mystique of that city's legendary songwriter Leonard Cohen. As a young adult, Wainwright finally got to meet Cohen. The great man's daughter brought him to her family's home. To Wainwright's surprise, Cohen was in his underwear in the kitchen cooking up tiny sausages, which he was chewing, regurgitating, and feeding to a weak baby bird he had found and was trying to revive. I predict that you'll soon have a comparable experience, Gemini: A revered source of magic and myth will confound your fantasies in a poignant and delightful way. You may even cry with amazement and laugh with mournful bliss. (Thanks to the film I'm Your Man for Wainwright's story.)
Y'know, I'm kinda hoping this one's not for me.