I read my tarot, but all that would come up was death.
Death in tarot doesn’t mean actual death, merely change. Nonetheless, the effect of drawing it over and over was unnerving.
What did it mean? If change was my future, it would be unplanned.
I drew, again and again, trying for a different result.
Finally, going through the deck card by card, I saw that my roommate had replaced my tarot deck with one where every card was death.
Later, washing blood off my hands, I reflected that it was perhaps an apt draw after all.