Once I learned that magic was here, I learned it was everywhere, like the nuns had said God was, but with magic, I didn’t need faith because I could see it. I went to a psychic and asked him about the future. He told me I didn’t need him: I had my own abilities I was hardly using. To practice, he said, I should begin letting my intuition drive my walks and tell me which way to turn. He was wrong about my future but right about my walks: they turned up sidewalk crystal salesmen (two of them, in different spots at different times), people I was thinking about moments before they appeared, this fallen tarot card.
unplanned paths lead to unexpected adventures... of which i'm a fan