Photo Source: Pexels Tarot predicts loneliness No-one is waiting out there, after all. No patient stranger listens through the dark for me. I probably will trace those thin alleys alone, a suspect among lovers, no danger to madness.   I have flipped up The Hermit for my future on a blueprint of long, lonely rows of tomorrow, fixed to wander, confused as Adam carefully stepping down the banks from Paradise, on dizzy spiral staircases, empty cities, alone on the last train home, as always.  ...