Yesterday evening we arrived in a small town at the outskirts of Manchester and used the great weather of today to go visit the city centre. As a former tarot tuber, I have made appointments with fellow tubers every now and then but honestly I did not have the guts to ask Kelly-Ann out for a coffee. Yet I got the impression that entire Manchester resonated Maddoxy with its many whimsical shops and all sorts of trends and identities that seem to blend in with each other naturally. Funny enough the city looked like a big tarot deck and I ended up with a street art daily draw that I sorted as XX Judgement. On the one side it said, “what if I fall”, on the other one, “oh but my darling, what if you fly”. I am asking you today: What if you fly? Where would you go? What would you see? How would it feel? The Manchester tarot offers you a tiny moment to imagine yourself fully winged, in sweeping flight, playing with altitude and speed, to make you trust in your capacity, and to rise up to the mountain tops and above, NOW.