October 29, 2019

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The junk folder is anything but, full of gripping enticements and auspicious leads 
to treasure chests I didn’t even know to dream about. If only I click “here,” 
I could find myself in the laps of exotic women and the bank accounts of bereft widows,
a beneficiary of magic capsules to boost my libido and earning potential. My future,
it seems, is waiting at the other side of a hyperlink, each letter a golden, gleaming calf.
Nearby, Aesop’s tortoise stands numbly at the starting block, blinking into the clouds.
“What would you do with 230 million dollars? she seems to ask without asking. 
If the Queen of Cups appears, will you avoid your worst diagnosis? Her legs stay unmoving, 
despite the sound of pistols, despite the caustic roar of a crowd shaking betting cards
in her face. Your life is not a shortcut, she continues, her mouth never once opening.