Cards
Yesterday I painted all morning and then I pulled three cards. I do this sometimes, before I leave, as a means to unwind. Think on things. I pulled …
The Key. The thirty-third card. Success, one’s life unlocking. Threshold of the unconscious. Corresponding to the month of June.
The Tower. The card of ambition and authority. Windows like eyes. Symbolic of ascent. But also isolation.
The Crossroads. The decision card. Opportunities. According to Jung, the mother-symbol.
Three positive cards. Almost no caveats. Look at you, sunshine.
Yeah, look at you. Sorry, not my style. Tell me more about regret. Tell me what I’ve missed or misunderstood. Tell me how the die is cast and things cannot be otherwise. Tell me this kind of thing is more like a dream where everything stands for the opposite. Tell me about how people carry around old photographs, have lucky bracelets, pray for wins and always eat the same breakfast on game day. Explain how how that works. Tell me about how planes fall out of the sky. Tell me about rogue waves. Tell me it was always going to end this way. Tell me how it was driven by devils. Tell me life is a labyrinth. Tell me that the emergency exit is locked from the outside. But I already know.
