Years are not tangible things, and yet we eat them up and watch them vanish, forgetting things like tiny revelations, or the revelings of when we were tiny, or what we ate for breakfast two days before last. Time only moves relative to all other moving things, and as such can stretch the moments of a truly memorable meal as wide as a millennium, and just the same condense the 365 days spent reaching for a ringing phone and type-type-type-ing away at a lackluster job into a blip so small we sometimes forget it even happened at all. After three years in New York City, I find myself reflecting on this transmutable power of memory, “the archive,” I’ve heard a friend say.
but look what’s in store for your career, love!!
actually, though?!? i just did another reading to like, check myself against the first one now that i feel somewhat more connected to the deck and this one was SUPER intense, reading me to all sorts of filth and slapping me in the face saying LOOK AT WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF, LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES, LISTEN TO THE QUEEN OF CUPS IN YOUR LIFE WHO HAS BEEN TELLING YOU THIS ALL ALONG AND GO FORTH INTO YOUR FABULOUS FUTURE
also, i want to talk about all of the decadent flora imagery (IX and VII of pentacles, VI of cups?!?), popping up in these readings and how i brought all of my plants to sit around me before i started
When people say you look better without your glasses