In the dimly lit room with red velvet walls you ask the same question as before because last time, the Universe misunderstood. It’s all in the shuffle. Scatter and stack, cut three times and rotate. One by one the reader flips over the tarot cards. You know enough to be dangerous, to think you can read each card objectively but you allow the woman to do her job. Interpret. Channel. Intuit. With the reading complete you tip her and leave, your mind awash again in wishes and hopes, still unwilling to recognize what the future has in store for you.