barren raze i haven't ordered chinese takeout in years, but what's fallen at my feet is identical to the thin strip of white wisdom that hides inside a fortune_cookie. everything else seems to be baldly symbolic today, from the heart-shaped bruise streaking the cheek of a golden delicious apple, to the grown man screaming while he sits on a playground pony, the counterfeit animal expressionless and inert. why should this be any different? i pluck the paper from the floor to read whatever aphorism or prophetic message it holds. it's blank. 240416 what's it to you? who go blather from