They tell me the cities I should live in, and sometimes the nations, without any ideas on how to get there, establish legal residence, or make a living. They show me the literary characters I was meant to be, introduce me to my spirit daemon ("The snail darter? Really?"), and show me what celebrity I will look like over time, starting forty years ago and ending next week.
Last week one told me the place on Earth I am most loved is The American Bookbinders' Museum, which I have never seen and at which I know no one.
Here is my latest revelation:
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