It was always about deception. The crystal ball, the gypsy clothes, the fake accent… Cheap props to make the fortune cookies easier to swallow. My customers? They bought into it because they wanted to. There’s no free will if it’s all about fate, life is a whole lot simpler. We can say ‘Hey, it was meant to be’ and get on with it. That’s the key to fortune telling, that’s why people fall for it. We’re all prisoners of our search for a higher meaning. It’s all about mutual deception. I never believed I was telling people anything they didn’t already know. Until now. I have… waking dreams. Visions. I see… auras. Auras! Ha! Yours, by the way, is bright enough to blind me. I see through the eyes of others, I can even see into the future. FOR REAL. The paths of fate, clear as day. It’s almost like, like I’ve become who’ve pretended to be all these years. Or maybe I’m just going crazy, I could be going crazy! I wouldn’t blame myself if I was going…ugh. Great. Here we go again. I’m having another vision. They come and go like headaches, I can’t really control them.
Quick, before it passes.