All Harrows Tarot offers up the Four of Pentacles.
This man clings tightly to his golden disks, which seem to threaten to fall from his arms due to their weight. There is a sliver of a crescent moon behind him, and his hair is a lively green. However, he looks rather locked in, with wire-rimmed glasses that hide his eyes, nose and ear piercings that weigh him down, and leather cuffs on his arms, clasped around his sleeves. Overall, my impression is of someone holding tightly to things he feels will keep him safe, without realising that those same things dehumanise him.
Today I face the bureacracy of applying for a new passport, which is dehumanising in its own way. Faceless officials, official procedures, and a system where people become numbers - it may be practical, but it doesn't lift the human spirit.
I am grateful that my life isn't very bureaucratic.