TarotScope of the Day

The ridge marked a threshold. On one side was reflection, the necessary accounting of what had been done and what had failed. On the other was execution. He did not despise reflection, but he knew its limits. Thought existed to serve action, not to replace it. Continue reading …

I stood on the skywalk outside the Bureau of Valuation, watching the fog refract the ads into halos. Promises floated everywhere—love packages, legacy bonds, hope derivatives—each more lyrical than the last. The city hummed with inspiration, and with it, a dangerous elasticity. Boundaries thinned. Filters loosened. The algorithms that normally kept fantasy at bay had been softened by an update no one quite remembered approving. Continue reading …