Whenever I try reading tarot, I struggle with connecting to the messages. I do pay attention to individual tarot cards that I see in the wild, unless it’s the Lovers. The Lovers are ubiquitous, there are too many totes and t-shirts of the card, so it’s impossible not to see it. Today on top of a trashcan I saw the Devil. The Devil usually warns of the presence of a bad habit, vices. It seems well timed, this morning I woke up thinking about how I need to stop smoking weed and get back to work.
I am phoning it in today. I can’t concentrate. Williamsburg has been peaceful and I spent a lot of the day walking around and enjoying the weather. Not a thought in my head, so I am not bringing much to the table with my writing. The Devil has made its point.
a soft death 