in[divisive: palpitations/nausea/dilation/great,golden,rings]decisive
I don’t think anyone really knows how to begin at the start of a writing project. At least, I don’t ever really know how to start: the beginning of a (read: this) writing project.
A song’s fading echos in a hall of mirrors — I’m interested in how the world bends back and reflects itself. I like the timbre of cards’ voices.
At the beginning, it’s always good to have a view of the ending, so for my inaugural post, here’s what the cards have to say about where we’ll end up:
Where will this writing journey take me?
you will trick yourself into thinking you have control, and, once you realize you don’t, you will play.
My goal here is to learn more about reading cards, so this seems pretty spot on with learning curves: you become a big, stuffy, potato before you become a child.
crutched between
bait and soil, dig.
implore, a seed, pure.