VII: Chive
On the "reality" of fortune telling.
Good morning. Today is septidi, the 27th of Floréal, Year CCXXXI. We celebrate la civette, a mild green onion that produces a pretty flower.
It's an old Romanian custom among her wandering peoples to grab a fistful of chives, pluck them free of their flowers, and cast them down on a flat surface from a certain height, using the orientation and shapes of the resulting chive pile as inspiration for fortune telling.
This is exactly the same as reading tea leaves, or casting chicken bones in a bowl, or any other fortune telling tradition within the "throw crap at the table and see what sticks" category. The idea behind these methods is simple but powerful: for any story about the unknown (be it the future or another human being's mind and heart) to venture into the unknowable, it must begin outside the teller's body. It must be dictated by random chance, or fate.
