The Sceptic’s Tarot. It is difficult sometimes, to choose the life you are going to lead. Those who assume that they are following life on blindly are merely trying to avoid responsibility. Some people have to hack a way for themselves out of nothing, for others it is merely the decision to set their feet on a path that has already been prepared for them; you might think that the second case has it much easier than the first, but in fact there are traps for both. The town of Potter’s Plains lies in the east of California at the beginning of the Mojave Desert. During the war, it’s distance from the coast, general isolation and lack of population marked it out as an ideal place for the army to store ammunition, far away from the Japanese. The war ended and these features pre-destined it for use as a site to explode out-of-date ordinance, of which the army had a great deal. Years of daily explosions had littered the area with dangerous chemicals, so the town was evacuated and left alone for a while; then it was re-purposed. All of us who are now here have come for something or other- it’s the only thing we have in common.
The Sceptic's Tarot - A Short Story
The Sceptic's Tarot - A Short Story
The Sceptic's Tarot - A Short Story
The Sceptic’s Tarot. It is difficult sometimes, to choose the life you are going to lead. Those who assume that they are following life on blindly are merely trying to avoid responsibility. Some people have to hack a way for themselves out of nothing, for others it is merely the decision to set their feet on a path that has already been prepared for them; you might think that the second case has it much easier than the first, but in fact there are traps for both. The town of Potter’s Plains lies in the east of California at the beginning of the Mojave Desert. During the war, it’s distance from the coast, general isolation and lack of population marked it out as an ideal place for the army to store ammunition, far away from the Japanese. The war ended and these features pre-destined it for use as a site to explode out-of-date ordinance, of which the army had a great deal. Years of daily explosions had littered the area with dangerous chemicals, so the town was evacuated and left alone for a while; then it was re-purposed. All of us who are now here have come for something or other- it’s the only thing we have in common.